I spend my days wondering
Wondering what goes on in your head
Were you thinking about me?
Or to you, am I no more than dead?
I spend my days crying.
Crying for a possibility that's near impossible.
Did you ever really love me?
Was it that unbearable?
I spend my days hoping.
Hoping for what, I do not not know.
But when my life takes a turn,
It's harder to imagine it was me, you said you adore.
I spend my days Loathing.
Loathing all you became and all you said.
Maybe I should stop here..
These words no more hurtful than what's in my head.
I spend my days not wanting to stop.
I want to hurt you, like you hurt me.
At the end of the day,
It's you I hate, unsurprisingly.
I spend today wondering,
What would happen if we were to meet.
Face to face I think I'd scream.
I hate you, I hate you, I hate you Dusty!
