I hate the way you talk
I hate the way you walk
Your humble, simple tone
And your every single bone
And the thing that hurts the most
You're like a little ghost
I still remember everything
The happiness you used to bring
It's gone with you and can't be back
I don't think I can fix this crack
You took my heart and left me dead
But I hate myself more for loving you so bad.
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