I hate you.
I hate you.
I hate you.
I wish I could say that to you.
Everyone knows it, my friends, my mom, myself,
but when I'm about to tell you,
the only thing that I can say is.. why?
Why did you do that to me?
Why did you hurt me so bad?
What did I do to deserve that?
Did I even deserve that?
The truth is that I loved you, loved.. loved.. loved.
I wish I could say I did, but the truth is that I still do.