I hate that you don't love me
I hate that you don't love me
I hate that I can't make you
I hate that I'm not worth your time
If only you could see
How much I've turned blue
Why is loving you such a crime?
You're perfect in my eyes, but I'm nothing in yours
What hurts the most is that you cared
I had a taste of everything I dreamt of
And nothing I can get
You whispered sweet nothings in my ear
Filled my head with hope
I thought you were different
But everyone's just the same...
A piece of shit.
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