Get your high heals of my chest cause they’re hurting me.
Don’t need to kick me when I’m already down.
No need to shout, I hear you loud and clear.

Just please, please, please, please don’t hate me.

What can I do to make everything alright?
I’ve done my best, but now this is way too much.
I can beg, I can plead, I can even make you weep.

But please, please, please, please don’t hate me.

I’m a whining bore, that I know for sure.
Picked out a wrong last word, now I can’t say no more.
You can pack, you can leave, you can even make me bleed.

But just please, please, please, please don’t hate me.