Picking out the pieces of my hair like petals.
She loves me.
She hates me.
I love her.
I hate me.
I know that I could love her if she'd let me,
but she won't
because
She hates me.
I know that she could love me if I'd let her,
but I won't
because
I hate me.
I know that I love her,
even though
I know
She hates me.
I know she loves me,
even though
I know
She hates me.
I know she loves to hate me but she loves me,
though I know
She hates me.
I know she hates to love me but she hates me
though I know
She loves me.