I Hate - Poem by sweet strawberry
I hate the fact that you drink
I hate it when you say you know how I think.
I hate to have to tell you to stop smoking
I hate it when you look into my eyes and think I'm joking.
I hate the fact that you always think I'm wrong
I'd hate to have to say I'm gone.
I'd hate to have to tell you I need protection
I hate it when you put me into a whole new direction.
I hate to repeat there's no other guy
I hate convincing you that it ain't a lie.
I hate that our relationship has no trust
I'd hate to have to beg you that we must.
I hate to have to step up just so you can hear my voice
I hate to have to make you understand my choice.
I hate to have to confess to you my fears
I hate that you’re the first to cause me tears.
I hate to confess that I've tried to be strong
I hate to have to hear people say we don't belong.
I hate to have to admit that we relate
I hate to have to say this was all a mistake.
I hate to have to say this is a big tragedy
I hate having to tell myself this is reality.
I hate to think that you’re not the one
I hate to have to think back to all the fun.
I hate to say I'll never regret you
I hate to admit I hate what you do.
I hate to kiss and say goodbye
I hate to have to tell you, 'Ason, I'm willing to die! ”
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