I Hate the way you smile at me
When I sing to my favourite song
I hate it when you agree with me
Even when you know im wrong
I hate the way your eyes light up
When they’re looking into mine
I hate how when we’re going out
You’re always there on time.
I Hate it when you hold me close
And keep me safe at night
I hate that I need to be with you
Or nothing ever feels right.
I hate it when you tell me
That I mean everything to you
I hate that you say you love me
And that I once believed it true.
I Hate that you say I’m yours
and that forever you’ll be mine
and I hate
oh I just hate
That im not the only one
That you’re feeding that stupid line.
Inside this exterior, over which the eye might have roved there was the record of a pulsing life, which had learnt too well for its years – Thomas Har