song I ever write about you
Look at me now, such a pitiful place
I thought that'd help erase
These crazy thoughts that
You can't see red flags through
I hate that I miss you, I hate that I'm lost
I hate those dead flowers
I hate that somehow this is all my fault I hate
that I'm wide awake watching the door
I hate these long showers sitting on the floor
I hate in the end it was me who was wrong
I hate that I don't really
No I don't hate you at all
Pretend that you're dead now
And if I see you out with friends
I'll just tell myself that it's
Guess I haven't chosen which
Look at me now, such a pitiful place
These crazy thoughts that
You can't see red flags and rose -colored glasses
I hate that I miss you, I hate that I'm lost
I hate those dead flowers
I hate that somehow this is all my fault
I hate that I'm wide awake
I hate these long showers
I hate in the end it was me who was wrong I hate
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,
I don't really hate you, I don't really hate you I don't
really hate you, I don't really hate you at all
don't really hate you at all
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