How can I love, yet hate, someone like you?
At one point I thought you love me too
But it turned out not to be true.
You took me and messed with my head,
You told me you loved me
Then tossed me away like old, moldy bread.
I can’t believe I trusted you,
bought into your lies.
Now I must go around wearing a disguise.
I pretend to be happy, honest, and true
but reality is that I’m dying inside
and it’s all because of you.
I told you my secrets
and I know you hold onto them still
and it’s one of the few things keeping me from taking all of these little white pills.

I know you’re not heartless,
though at times you may be a jerk.
You think of me as a dear friend
but I try not to lurk.
So I think of your hand in mine
and I know I’ll be find
but then I see you with her and all my
thoughts are filled with murder.