Whoever said that the past isn't dead had it backward. It's the future that's already dead, already played out.
You don’t share me. You own me.
Hate me. Devastate me. Annihilate me. Re-create me. Re-create me. Won't you, won't you won't you re-create me.
I needed to hate someone and you’re the one I love the most, so it fell on you.