Hate and Love are Four Letter Words
I hate the way you walked around,
nose high and mighty like a little show pony.
You'd strut and bounce and walk about,
and then you'd walk right by me.
I hate the touch of your hand,
oh, how it used to it used to hold me down.
I hate the sound of your voice
by god it sounded like a clown.
I hate how you never called me,
I'd hold my phone and cry.
I hate how I called you,
You'd give a hello and a goodbye.
I hate the dullness in your eyes
when you lied to me
when you told me you loved me.
But most of all,
I hate to think,
of how I used to believe.
Everyday I remember you,
your strut, your voice and your touch.
My eyes begin to sting with tears,
whenever I remember our beautiful love.
I hate myself for hating you,
and it tears me up inside.
but sometimes if I try,
I can remember the good things you used to do.
Like our walks around the street,
we could talk for hours at a time.
We would buy ice cream down the block,
we stuck together like lemon and lime.
and those memories
help me through
the agony and pain of loosing you.
nose high and mighty like a little show pony.
You'd strut and bounce and walk about,
and then you'd walk right by me.
I hate the touch of your hand,
oh, how it used to it used to hold me down.
I hate the sound of your voice
by god it sounded like a clown.
I hate how you never called me,
I'd hold my phone and cry.
I hate how I called you,
You'd give a hello and a goodbye.
I hate the dullness in your eyes
when you lied to me
when you told me you loved me.
But most of all,
I hate to think,
of how I used to believe.
Everyday I remember you,
your strut, your voice and your touch.
My eyes begin to sting with tears,
whenever I remember our beautiful love.
I hate myself for hating you,
and it tears me up inside.
but sometimes if I try,
I can remember the good things you used to do.
Like our walks around the street,
we could talk for hours at a time.
We would buy ice cream down the block,
we stuck together like lemon and lime.
and those memories
help me through
the agony and pain of loosing you.