I loved you.
I showed it.
You knew.
I tried.
Tried to help, tried to heal -
but now I see,
you really hated my zeal.
My excitement, my attempts
at giving you love
in return, you gave contempt.
How was I so blind?
So blind to your passiveness,
was I out of my mind?
The answer is yes,
I was "in love" -
really just infatuated, I guess.
All I wanted was to give to you
what everyone wants most -
something real, something true.
I gave you what I could,
and what did you do?
You took my love and threw it,
you threw it all away;
but this was long ago,
now what do I have to say?
Well here it is, you arrogant little boy,
I wish I could hate you -
you treated my heart like a toy.
But to hate you, it'd confuse me..
Truly, hating anyone,
the thought just drains me.
So now, I hope you see;
you're not the one I hate,
really, it's just me.