I hate that you play with my head.
I hate how you make feel like I should miss you.
When times get rough
I wish you were here to hold
I wish you would understand
The pulling you in
The pushing you out
When all I need is you,
You by my side
Telling me things will be ok.
I hate that your gone..
I hate that I hate you.
But I hate that I miss you.
©brooke.992
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