when hate fills the heart
it turns into rage
it builds up all through the age
it makes you blind to all that you can do
because your to busy saying i hate you
they talk about you
thats all they do
crushing your dreams
putting you through all the bad times
its hard for you
making you mad at all that they do
putting you down just to hurt you
you try not to cry
because you know
thats just what they want you to show
you dont react back
because your not like that
you know karmas a b****
and you leave it at that.
PLEASE!..... Dont touch me, dont touch me.
Just go away.
I hate you, i hate you.
Now i'll never be the same.
I trusted you, i trusted you.
How could you do this?
The pain, the pain.
Of being put through this.
Why me?, why me?
Is it something i cant see?.....
No one knows, no one knows.......
What happened to me.
i don't hate you
i just hate your deed
--------------------------------------love charma
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