I hate how you look at me as though I was broken.
You act as though I’d be best dead, well I’m croakin’.
The hatred shows in the fire in your eyes,
The thing you cover with falseness and lies.
I love you dear, I love you!
It’s not like you really do.
You expect me to buy your sweet and innocent act?
I see right through it and that’s an ever present fact.
I don’t love you and you don’t love me.
So, I wonder why one of us won’t flee.