I hate the way you changed me
From a blooming flower to a dying rose
I hate the way you make me feel
When the room is dim but you light it up with a smile
I hate the way everyone admires you
Dearest son, brother and friend
I hate it when you talk
Every word is dagged right through my heart
I hate it when you leave
Then I am left with only me
And you know how much I hate my own company
I hate that you made me love you
Why did you have to torture me like that?
I hate the way that i don’t hate you
Not even a little, not even at all
