I let you in, I let you through,
We connected then, you felt it too.
It wasn’t long but it was there,
Now it’s just a memory I can hardly bare.
I trusted you inside and out,
I never felt a single doubt.
You let me down, you didn’t care,
You didn’t even clear the air.
You loved me one day and hated the next.
Why was I always second best?
You hid me from friends, and to really sting,
You pretended that I didn’t mean something.
I hate the way you acted, the way you treated me,
I hate that I let this happen, I hate that you still don’t see.
I hate that I let this hurt; but most of all,
I hate the way I don't hate you at all.
I hate that I still smile when I think of all we did and said,
I hate that I would cry and cry if you ever turned up dead.
I hate that deep down inside I know it might still be true,
That I hate the thought of never ever being with you.