A Lot of Hate

I hate that I love you and that you make me cry I hate that I want you and always want to try. I hate the fact I can’t forgot a tiny little thing And I hate the ing radio and the sounds it has to sing I hate that I can’t organise my stupid messed up brain And I hate that every day is passing and still it feels the same I also hate the little things from day to day I see And I hate this empty hole that is deep inside of me But most of all what I really hate is how I feel for you And all that hate and all those feeling just don’t know what to do. I hate this feeling of confusion and where I am meant to be I hate the feeling of freedom but still not feeling free I hate I have no answers and of nothing longer sure I hate I have to live with these feelings for now and ever more.