I hate how i’m in love with you,
I hate how I always think of you,
I hate how when I think you look my way that I can’t help but staring.
I hate how you used to know me.
I hate how you look at her,
I hate how you see me.
I hate when I actually do catch you staring,
because then you know I was turning to look at you.
I hate when I finally think I’m over you,
It all comes back to me and slaps me in the face.