I Hate
I hate how i miss you everyday
Everything you ever said to me is on replay
I hate that when I see you in the halls
All i ever want to do is ball
I hate thinking of our smiles and laughs
When everything is now in the past
I hate thinking of that summer night when everything changed
And only we really know who is left to be blamed
I hate that I still love you so much like nothing ever happened
What happened that summer night we both could have never imagined
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