Two of a Kind

I'll take comfort in knowing that I got the best days of your life, and you got the worst of mine, but I see no point in showing the way that you are, and why
My intentions have become the subject of violence
Oh, I can't believe myself why I stuck around just long enough to care
Oh, I fucking hate myself and I hate you too, and I hope you're well aware
I hope to hell that you still hurt
It's things like this I can't ignore
I want the life I had before
My days are wasted on an endless fucking war
Oh, I can't believe myself why I stuck around just long enough to care
Oh, I fucking hate myself and I hate you too, and I hope you're well aware