billy bragg
mbh
I hate you, When I see you on the street, Acting hard, thinking on your feet, Treating me like some piece of meat.  I forgive you, the things you do, forgive me too.  I love you, But nothing I can say will change, If you admit you feel the same, Did you just ask me why I'm acting strange.  I forgive you, the things you do, forgive me too.