Oh God, no,   Please don't tell her    What I've done;   I can hardly look at her   Everything I love I hurt   Oh God, yes,   She is love, she is sex,   But I used her for the game;   A scapegoat to carry the blame   For a hate song   For a hate song   Like masochism,   I hate these hate songs   Holding a dove   Then clipping it's wings off   Someone you love   And you give them the kiss off   Someone to love   And you fuck it up!      How I hate these dirty words I emulate   How I hate ruining what I create   How I hate this    (and I hate that you don't fall for it)   This sinner's serenade   This hate song    (this self defecation)   Isn't helping anyone   Save the sinner   Save the sinner   Save the sinner   He knows not what he's done to himself,   What he's done to others   He hides behind words,   he hides behind liquor;   He hides in his bedroom with his guitar   Screaming, "Sinner!"      Oh God   Look what I've done   In the bedroom.