6 - To Her

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   TO HER

I hate that
I loved you at your best
But left you at your worst

I hate that
When you see or think of me,
I remind you how cruel love can be.

I hate that
I remind you of how painful it is to love
Instead of how joyous it is to be loved.

I'm sorry that
I didn't fight for you
Like before, when I used to.

I'm sorry that
I made you cry
Your face with tears still hunts my mind

All the promises I made
I threw them all away
I'm sorry babe, I made you hate.

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