I hate how much you used me
I hate how much you made me cry
I hate how you said "she wants to be me"
But, in reality, I'd rather die
I hate how you told me lies
I hate how I can't forget
I hate how I would be the one to apologize
Which is something I regret
I hate how you wouldn't even listen
I hate how you don't even care
I hate how I found your poison to be like medicine
And in the end, it was to much to bear
I wanna say I am sorry, though
For what I do not know
Maybe for the fact that you let it end
Or maybe its because you lost a great cousin/friends
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