So much trouble

In the angst of it all

Fear this bubble

Of what I saw

Found the anger

Of what I knew

Trashed and tired

All that's true

And most of all

I hate you.

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Lied to my face

Knew you'd try

Found the riddles

For all they lie

Pitiful smiles

Ask them why

Afraid to answer

All that's true

And most of all

I hate you.

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Fast asleep

Again you crawl

Into bed

Roll and sprawl

Fountain bleeding

In my head

Wishing you would

Wake up dead

Severed moments

All that's true

And most of all

I hate you.

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Mad again

You look away

Daring me to

Stop and say

What's tomorrow?

Another day

Where you and I

Can pass and fade

Wishing I would

Wake up dead

Stomach reeling

All that's true

And most of all

I hate you.