Post by Wicked on Jun 27, 2010 21:53:46 GMT -5
A thousand times I've lain awake,
staring at the ceiling,
One hundred times within the day,
I wish my wounds were healing.
No matter where I go,
no matter what I'm told,
no matter what I say,
no matter what games I play,
I can't shake the feeling I'm lying to myself,
that I'm lying to you.
I don't hate you,
I can't hate you,
despite the stupid things you do,
even though I wish I could,
I can't hate you.
One billion times I've waited for you,
to come back around,
Ten million times I hear the birds coo,
while I wait for that sound.
Anything would be better,
anything would be quieter,
anything would be less painful,
anything would be less sad,
Because inside I know who I'm lying to,
I'm lying to me, and I'm lying to you.
Every time I say it,
"I hate you,"
I know it's not right,
it isn't the truth.
Because I want to,
I sincerely do,
but I can't hate you.
Each time I wait awake,
I hate myself more,
because with each passing second,
the pain grows at a rate I abhor.
Nothing could be sadder,
nothing could be more painful,
nothing could heal this pain,
nothing could clean the mess we made,
and I know within me that I'm lying to you,
I'm lying to you, and I'm lying to me too.
I don't hate you.
I can't hate you.
I wish I could forget you.
I wish I could live without you.
The last few minutes?
Don't make me laugh.
They tore me to shreds from within.
It made me shiver and it made me writhe.
I don't hate you,
that is what's true,
because I know that when I say I hate you,
I mean that I love you.
This has absolutely nothing to do with anything. I wrote this because I was bored and saw a picture of someone writing, "I hate you," over and over again, and in the page they were writing on, there was a hole, and the hole showed a heart.
staring at the ceiling,
One hundred times within the day,
I wish my wounds were healing.
No matter where I go,
no matter what I'm told,
no matter what I say,
no matter what games I play,
I can't shake the feeling I'm lying to myself,
that I'm lying to you.
I don't hate you,
I can't hate you,
despite the stupid things you do,
even though I wish I could,
I can't hate you.
One billion times I've waited for you,
to come back around,
Ten million times I hear the birds coo,
while I wait for that sound.
Anything would be better,
anything would be quieter,
anything would be less painful,
anything would be less sad,
Because inside I know who I'm lying to,
I'm lying to me, and I'm lying to you.
Every time I say it,
"I hate you,"
I know it's not right,
it isn't the truth.
Because I want to,
I sincerely do,
but I can't hate you.
Each time I wait awake,
I hate myself more,
because with each passing second,
the pain grows at a rate I abhor.
Nothing could be sadder,
nothing could be more painful,
nothing could heal this pain,
nothing could clean the mess we made,
and I know within me that I'm lying to you,
I'm lying to you, and I'm lying to me too.
I don't hate you.
I can't hate you.
I wish I could forget you.
I wish I could live without you.
The last few minutes?
Don't make me laugh.
They tore me to shreds from within.
It made me shiver and it made me writhe.
I don't hate you,
that is what's true,
because I know that when I say I hate you,
I mean that I love you.
This has absolutely nothing to do with anything. I wrote this because I was bored and saw a picture of someone writing, "I hate you," over and over again, and in the page they were writing on, there was a hole, and the hole showed a heart.