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Click hereI hate it that you’re such a hound
that I can’t trust you,
that you screw around.
I hate it that the only one you care about is you
and I wish you’d consider
my feelings too.
I hate it that you never call me
when you’re going out of town
or wherever you may be.
I hate it that you never fill me in,
don’t tell me what you’ve done
or where you’ve been.
I hate it that you’re so conservative
that you’re trying to tell me
how I should live.
I hate it that you’d rather tell me a lie
than face the truth
just coz you’re scared I might cry.
I hate that whenever you say
“I’ll call you back in an hour”
I know from experience you won’t call again today.
I hate it that you treat me this bad,
that you hurt my feelings
and make me sad.
I hate it that between each fight
you give me hope
that everything will be alright.
I hate it that even though we’re through
you keep on making me
stay in love with you.
he leaves behind an emotional roller coaster - the prick.
Love dies slowly ~ pain lingers - until forgetfulness comes.
Emotional melancholy mood seems to linger over these plaintive words...