How I love to hate the morning sun 
And the cheerful voices as [bad word] 
To erase my dreams with sordid smiles 
How I love to hate the things I've done 
Learned to love the things that make me numb 
Using earnest words for empty lines 

How I'd love to break their telescopes 
Girl you'll go so far, I hope 
But all those stars are just a joke 
How I'd love to feel the love I fake 
And make loves to things I hate 
My future's bright behind me  
 [bad word]  

See the dangling puppet 
Hanging in the corner 
Dancing on the borders 
Of my empty stage 
As one toy soldier 
Gives the order 
The puppet lands 
And I'll never ever wake again 
 
How I hate to love when others dance 
Take a chance, they romance 
Their hearts beat one by one 
How I hate the words: "Let's have fun" 
You're the one 
I can only wonder 
When it's ever done 
How I love to hate playing dumb 
None for all 
All for fun open arms and itchy thumbs 
How I hate to loves the ones I love 
Love to hate myself so much 
Love to hate me when I love 
 [bad word] 

See the dangling puppet 
Hanging in the corner 
Dancing on the borders 
Of my empty stage 
As one toy soldier 
Gives the order 
The puppet lands 
And I'll never ever wake again