I really hate valentines day.

I hate how the games are played.

I hate how the girls and boys,

Get together.

I hate how the middle schoolers.

Think that they know what love is.

I hate how they think,

That they've found the one,

When they are only thirteen.

How do you know what love is?

How do you know it's real?

Why do you think,

All of the time ,

He's the one for me?

You are only thirteen.

All of the popular girls,

And they're oh so cool boyfriends,

Think that they have found love,

But how do they know?

I really hate valentines day.

I hate how the games are played.

I hate how the girls and boys,

Get together.

I hate how the middle schoolers.

Think that they know what love is.

I hate how they think,

That they've found the one,

When they are only thirteen.

I really hate,

Most of all,

How I thought,

I had found love.

I really hate,

Really hate,

How I thought,

That you were the one,

Just like those popular girls I despise,

I really hate,

What you've become,

And what I thought I knew.

But most of all,

The thing that I hate most,

The thing that hurts me the most,

Is how you went and broke my heart.

Right before Valentines Day.