BOYS.
I hate you for not understanding
I hate you for not asking why
I hate you for not responding
I hate you for making me cry
I hate you for for being a bozo
And not telling me what you do
I hate you for always having me up late nights waiting for you
I hate you for never changing
I hate you for saying you will
I hate you for making me realize you did all of this for a thrill
I hate that I fucked you
And that I wasted my time
Overall I hate myself for not knowing you were never mine
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