I hate this (but not you)
This feeling of everything inside
So I bury it into the darkness I collect
But it manages to break through
And I smile when it come back

Yet I hate it (still not you)
Because I no longer know the feeling of sleep
And my eyes scream for them to close
Yet my mind doesn't answer properly
And everything feels like a tornado

Yet I still smile
And breathe
And I live with it
Because nothing will eat away at my sadness as quickly
Even though I laugh to drown out the sound
It doesn't compare

So I hate it because I don't know it
And I like it because I want to