I hate that blue bracelet you gave me
It reminds me of your eyes
And I hate that big old sweater I have
You'd cover me up in when I'd cry
I hate that I can never stroke your hair
That you can't trace my scars
Telling me how much you care
I hate your stupid freckles
That I'll never get to kiss
Most of all your face light up when you saw me
Is what I'm really going to miss.
