"My hands are at your throat and I think I hate you"
I hate boys.
I hate how I always fall so hard for the wrong ones.
I hate how I continually let those wrong ones get me, over and over again.
I hate that there are these really great guys right in front of me and I just don't want them.
I hate what I let you do to me. I hate how you make me cry. I hate how happy you can make me with just a blink of your eye.
Why do I let you do this. Why can't I just forget you.
Please remove your foot from my heart and give it back, its going to waste with you.
I always seem to be the one that goes out on a limb, you never seem to sacrifice.
All those things you told me, the sweet little phrases, are just words.
No actions, you never seem to take any action, until I'm already wounded.
You're not going to ruin me again..I can't let you
But when it all comes down to it, I can never really hate you and thats what makes me angry the most
I hate how I always fall so hard for the wrong ones.
I hate how I continually let those wrong ones get me, over and over again.
I hate that there are these really great guys right in front of me and I just don't want them.
I hate what I let you do to me. I hate how you make me cry. I hate how happy you can make me with just a blink of your eye.
Why do I let you do this. Why can't I just forget you.
Please remove your foot from my heart and give it back, its going to waste with you.
I always seem to be the one that goes out on a limb, you never seem to sacrifice.
All those things you told me, the sweet little phrases, are just words.
No actions, you never seem to take any action, until I'm already wounded.
You're not going to ruin me again..I can't let you
But when it all comes down to it, I can never really hate you and thats what makes me angry the most