the way

I love the way he looks at me.

I hate the way she stairs at me.

I love the way he walks with me.

I hate the way she follows me.

I love the way he kisses me.

I hate the way she kidnapped me.

I love the way he talks to me.

I hate the way she yells at me.

I love the way he makes love to me.

I hate the way she touches me.

I love the way his hair smells.

I hate the way...

I love the way he dosen't talk back.

I love the way he dosen't fight me.

I love the way he looks as he sleeps.

I hate the way he smells.

I hate the way his limp body feels.

I hate the fact that I lost him.

I hate the people who tour us apart.

From now and for evermore I can never be with the man I adore.