I hate how I miss you so much.
I hate how no matter how hard we tried, it just didn't work out.
I hate that I broke your heart, twice.
I hate myself.

past

Talking about the past is such a funny thing sometimes, it's as if you're talking about something that you saw in a movie... just events that were filmed on memory, some parts might get edited out of your mind over time but in the end it's all just a big long film

past

Talking about the past is such a funny thing sometimes, it's as if you talk about something that you saw in a movie... just events that were filmed on memory, some parts might get edited out of your mind over time but in the end it's all just a big long film

I hate this.

I hate how you can make me feel this way.

Forgive me.

So I'll cross my heart
And hope to die
Before I have a chance to lie
To you my dear
Who I wish no harm
But I know in the end this will turn out wrong
See I've been known to fall in love
But sometimes love just is not enough
And my heart will stray
Before too long
So please forgive me when I sing this song
I sing this song

When you like someone so much that you lose track of the rest of the world, that's deadly.

Believe what you want, and push away whatever else you want to. But I'll say what I want to say and what you choose to take seriously is entirely up to you.