Kala Laku Luka Liku

I take hate like pills,

Drink disgust like wine

And laugh at jokes that were

Never meant to be funny.

Like what, you obsessed?

You stare enough to insult it,

Stare enough to notice?

Do you think about me

When I'm gone, after it's over?

Do I matter enough to you

To make you want to hurt?

You have to care to hurt, you know,

So you must care too much

And lucky for me, I care too little—

About what you'd like me to do,

What you'd like me to be.

Instead, tell me what you hate

So I know what I am;

Tell me exactly where I cross the line

So I know where to walk;

Tell me the dress code

So I can create my own;

Tell me what not to do

So I have a plan.

Hate me so hard you love me,

Despise me so much you supply,