Hate

What the hell are you suppose to do in this thing called life, you lie to you boyfriend and cheat on your girlfriend. The pain and suffering will never go away, you try yo run but you always pay. The lies that you told just keep getting greater, when your mad at your boyfriend your called a hater. Whet the hell is that suppose to mean, when all your trying to do is stay clean. Your man is off somewhere getting drunk with your best girl, when you find out your head starts to whirl. I thought life was suppose to be better than this, at least thats what you said before you kissed me. You promised that ever thing between us would be OK, i guess i was fooled because life never goes that way. Somewhere down the line, i always end up taking the wrong turn, nut never know it till you prove it by watching me burn. I didn't see it coming. I always thought you would be there i guess thats another lesson you taught me great, now i know a little less love and a bit more hate.