I hate when I don't talk to you,
and i miss you when you're gone.
I'm sick of things that remind me of you
like all these stupid songs.

I love how you understand,
and you always can relate.
But I'm sure this thing I'm feeling,
borders between love and hate.

You stole my heart
then gave it back for a refund.
Now I feel absolutely nothing,
except completely shunned.

Why do I stay
and waste my time?
When I know for a fact
that you won't change your mind.

Can you slightly comprehend?
Do you even have a clue?
That when I talk about "him",
I'm really talking about you.