I hate the fact that
The smallest word
Or the softest touch
Can make me fall in love
I hate the fact that
Each word you say
Can make or break
Each day.
I hate the fact that
theres nothing
I can say or do,
To make you feel the same
I hate the fact that
Thinking of you
Makes me sick to the point
Where I cant sleep
I hate the fact that
I always give up my heart
For something
It can never have
But most of all I hate the fact
That I still see something in you.