Hate. It's such a strong emotion. It's the equal opposite to love. I understand why you hate me, I do but if you hate me so much why do you still wear my number?
I seen you standing there,
I felt your cold hard stare.
If looks could kill
Out my brains would spill
My hair stood on end.
Funny feeling to get from a one time friend.
Your lips pursed
Hard to remember your wounds I nursed?
If you hate me so
Why is it so hard to let go?
My number, Bang, Smack
Sitting pretty in the center of your back.
You'll never forgive
As long as we both shall live.
You'll never forget.
But you will always regret.
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