I hate coming home an empty house-
i cant stand not seeing your car in the drive way,
its horrible feeling this way...
god i miss you,
why is breaking up so hard to do??
i hate when i open the door i don't trip over your shoes-
i hate not seeing your clothes laying around my room...
i hate this feeling,
i hate you
god breaking up is hard to do...
i hate not smelling your cologne on my stuff
or not stepping on your belt on the floor
i hate not grabbing your lighters instead of my lip gloss-
i miss you too much this isn't through,
god getting back together is hard to do...
i missed you so much i couldn't believe it was true.
i guess what i hated the most,
is the fact i didn't really hate you.....
