d4rk0y sugbuanon

(March 18,1985 / Cebu City, Philippines)

I hate it...


i hate it when i think of you, knowing that u don't think of me too
i hate it when i see your smile, coz deep inside feels like to cry
i hate it when u come close to me, coz in ur touch i cant get away
i hate it when im next to you, feels like im hopeless and needing you
i hate it when i hear your voice, makes me feel like i enjoyed
i hate it when im alone, laughin at myself like a clown
i hate it when im hating you, coz i cant make it through
i hate it when im loving you, makes me like I'm a fool
i hate it when im writing this, my heart aches, and full of tears
i hate it when it has to end, nothing more to say bt im in pain

Submitted: Friday, July 10, 2009
Edited: Monday, July 13, 2009

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