Hatred

I hate the way you stare at me
the look you give when your mad
i hate the fact were not together,
and it makes me freaking sad
i hate the way you talk to me
like I'm an object not a friend
i hate the things you say to me
the promises you try to bend
i hate the people you hang with
though i try to be nice
when your not around me i feel like I'm in a bucket of ice
cold and lonely
confused and totally off track
why did you have to break up with me
baby i want you back
I hate the fact cant talk
I hate the fact i cant even walk
but the thing i hate the most
is possibly still there
maybe the thing i hate the most is you not being there.