I still listen to the playlist you sent me
I hate that I love it
I hate I've still got it
I hate I'm not wanted
by You.
Boys don't cry
So I die to these songs—
Numbers don't lie
So I'll write to my wrongs
And every time I start to feel
the "Woe is me's" strong,
I'll reflect instead
Upon all the times
I was the one devoid of respect
I know better
but I'm no better,
I don't deserve to be bitter
I deserve to be sorry.
Sep 15, 2020
Sep 15, 2020 at 10:36 PM UTC
I still listen to the playlist you sent me
I hate that I love it
I hate I've still got it
I hate I'm not wanted
by You.
Boys don't cry
So I die to these songs—
Numbers don't lie
So I'll write to my wrongs
And every time I start to feel
the "Woe is me's" strong,
I'll reflect instead
Upon all the times
I was the one devoid of respect
I know better
but I'm no better,
I don't deserve to be bitter
I deserve to be sorry.
