I hate everything about you.
I hate everything about you.
I hate your self-confidence.
I hate when you say you're an artist, so you need to be treated better.
I hate to see, how happy you can be without me.
I hate when you play games with me.
I hate when you say you don't need me.
I hate when you treat me like a little child.
I hate when you open your mouth just to say how awesome are you.
I hate your pride, your 'young-masterness', your stubbornness, your emotional way of living.
I hate that you never say anything nice to me.
I hate your music.
I hate that you always compare me to you.
I hate when you play the piano instead of talking to me.
I hate that I'm always worse than you.
I hate when you prefer your classical music collection than the song I write especially for you.
I hate when you make fun of me.
I hate that you can always see my mistakes, even if no one else can see them.
I hate to make you sad.
I hate your cold 'goodbye' and your even colder greeting.
I hate your smile.
I hate your smile.
I hate your tears.
I hate your tears.
I hate that you can't change.
I hate that you can't change.
I hate you for being better than I am, in everything.
I hate your distinctness.
I hate to be the only one who has to be nice to you.
I hate that you're different.
I hate when you call me 'a stiff aristocrat'.
I hate that you're proud of that.
I hate when you make differences between us deeper, bigger, more noticeable.
I hate that you always remind me of things that I don't want to remember anymore.
I hate not knowing, what to answer you.
I hate when you say my name, ironically without any warm feeling.
I hate that I can't make you feel any warm feeling.
I hate to see that you're somebody I've always wanted to be.
I hate you for being a person that I always wanted to be.
I hate you because you hate me.
I hate you because you hate me.
I hate to know that you hate me.
I hate to know that you hate me.
I hate to hate you.
I hate to hate you.
I hate everything about you.
Why do I love you?