I hate the sound of people struggling to whisper
I hate surprises you can't prepare for
I hate people that think they're superior
I hate the sound your shoes make when they scuttle across the floor
I hate that you cannot control your anger

I hate the walls that box us in
I hate how you judge me
I hate listening to you whine about nothing
I hate how close but far away you live
I hate that I know more about you than she ever will
I hate how much you damaged by nerve endings

and it all started up again
You're the memory I can't shake off
the stone cold reminder of a night set in tears
but you stayed past the deadline
to go home

Why do we still whisper the secrets
that have already leaked?
When we're too late to pencil in
another date to burn to ashes

It's always going to be you;
a metallic noose
strung around my neck
so I will never forget
the only truth

I hate how people change
I hate that the seasons change
while the past stays the same


I hate that I still love you