I hate the way you look at me
When I told you what I did,
I hate the way they talk
When they talk of what I did,
I hate the way I cry
When they do what they do,
"Why do you do it?"
...
"Because I love the way it hurts"
YOU ARE READING
Hate the way
PoésieI don't tell you how I fell or think, because I'm scared of what I will see in your eyes if I do.
