sometimes i hate you.
why do you care so much?
i don't get it.
you're tearing me up inside.
i don't want to feel this way again.
is something going to happen?
i hear the third time's the charm.
i get butterflies when i talk to you.
i hate this.
i can't stress that enough.
i hate you,
because of the way you make me feel.
a part of me wants you out of my life for good,
and the other wants to see you in my future.