Over It (Not)

You asked for it, we are done
Is this my turn to hurt you?
Ego is fighting for its own
Playing games with my thoughts

I'm over it
I am not
I'm over it
I am not
Flowers growing on new floor
Still your seed is dried inside me

'Cause went to deep to bring it out

I want you here
I hate you
I want your face
To break it

Still the wounds are bleeding strong
Some things will never go away

I hate you, I really do
I hate you, I HATE YOU

And I really, really want you to die

Different like the sea and the sky
But still we kiss in reflection...