I hate you,
I really do,
But I could never fully Hate you,
Because at the end of the day you were yesterday’s everything,
today’s burden,
and tomorrow’s stranger.
I can still see yesterday somewhere in those distant eyes, but does it really matter?
I watched our world crumble and burn,
And what’s left?
Nothing but ashes left behind when I lit the match.
Mar 21
Mar 21, 2026 at 6:42 PM UTC
I hate you,
I really do,
But I could never fully Hate you,
Because at the end of the day you were yesterday’s everything,
today’s burden,
and tomorrow’s stranger.
I can still see yesterday somewhere in those distant eyes, but does it really matter?
I watched our world crumble and burn,
And what’s left?
Nothing but ashes left behind when I lit the match.
