I hate the fact that you and me
Fit together so perfectly
Yet for all the time you've known
You've only seen the one side shown
I hate the fact that you
Just seem to
Never care at all
That you never came when I call
I hate the fact that all you say is lies
Yet I just let them go on by
So what does that make me?
Something that shall wither away and never be?
I hate the fact that I scream inside
And that you never know how much I cried
You shall never know how much hurt
And pain I've gotten since birth
