The Way.

I hate the way you can talk to me.
Make me feel beautiful,
Like nobody else can.

Your words have the most meaning behind them.
They make me feel.
Make me think.
Make me soar.

I hate the way you can make me laugh.
Without even trying.
Without even knowing.
It's Scottish charm,
I suppose.

I hate the way you talk to every other girl.
Like I mean nothing.
Like they mean something.

I hate the way I let you get away with it.
Every time.
Without hesitation.

I hate the way you have so much power over me.
And you don't even know it.
You don't even seem to fully understand,
how much you mean to me.

I hate the way you don't even know.

I hate the way how I mean nothing to you,
though you say I do.

I hate the way I love you so much.
I hate the way you love me so little.