I hate how much I love you.
I hate how much I care.
I hate how much I miss you
and wish you were here.
I hate how you kiss me
and the way you hold me tight.
But, do you know?
I hate how I don't hate you
for all the things I said.
I hate how I know that
we're not going to last
until the end of time.

But let me tell you this:
When Pooh doesn't like honey,
When Dumbo can't fly,
When Tigger stops bouncing,
When fairytales end with no happy-ending,
When my heart stops beating,
When time doesn't flow,
And when the world is enveloped in darkness,
That's when I'll stop loving you.