I hate it when it comes to the "ta-ta"
I hate it when it comes to the shifting of the seats
I hate it when it's still moulded in Your frame
I hate it even more when I feel it gradually coming back and taking my shape
I hate it when it comes to the pulling down of the window glass
I hate it when Your fingers linger over the frame
I hate it when its dripping with obligation and screaming with reluctance
I hate it when it comes to the final meeting of the eyes
I hate it when it's all so overwhelming that it makes my cry
I hate it when I know that You'll turn back but I can't even look..
and one thing that I hate the mostest about You is that I have known no other way, but to love You.
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