Treasure Island

Raven Penoyer


I Hate


I hate it when you make me laught
I hate the way you make me grin
I hate that i cant forget you
I hate that i loved you so

I hate that you left me all alone
I hate the burrdon you left for me
I hate you for not careing and the way you lied
I hated when you lied cause i didnt want to beleive it was true
I hate it cause you made me cry

I loved it when you said you loved me
I hate it cause i cant tell you that i love you
but most of all i hate the way you toke my life away in one car ride
I hate that i cant hate you
I hate that i cant forget you
and for awhile you toke the hate away

I hate what you did to me Rayne
I hate that i still care

Submitted: Tuesday, January 13, 2009

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