Tell me that you hate me.
Tell me to get lost, tell me to scram, tell me to kick rocks.
Tell me that I completely suck as a human being.
Tell me that you never wanted me, that you never loved me, not even a little bit, even if you have to lie.
Tell me something devastatingly cruel that you know that you can never recover from so that I can begin to heal and forget all about you.
Make it easy on me, baby. Break me hard. Destroy me fast. Lie.