it seems like a million years of pain,
i have tried to trust and love,
but it's something i cannot gain.
i trusted once and was abused,
i loved a thousand times and was derailed.
every time i think i am cured,
something comes and hits me back.
one sick moment in a wood,
and i wander lost forever,
hoping one day the past can be forgotten.
but every time i try to grow i get shrunk.
i am the pretty hate machine,
i am the one who can always scream.
i was broken and my trust was foiled,
my heart has rusted with all this toil.
best friends who lie to me,
men who have used me,
abused me,
but nobody has hurt me like the machine.
i am waiting to be proved wrong,
the hate machine is unused to love,
it is only hate that fits like a glove,
it is safe and i never need to trust.
every time i think i love,
the chance has slipped away,
he is gone through some chance of fate.
the machine is left alone again...
