The guilt became a sadness
The sadness turned into rage
The rage became a loathing
I was pulling the skin from your face
When you called
And told me you were sorry for that one time in the mall
But it's too late
The next time that I see you oh my eyes will be full of hate
And then you'll see
That if I'm going to hell is taking you with me

The guilt became a sadness
The sadness turned into rage
The rage became a loathing
I was pulling the skin from your face