Another secret.

I really hate the way you look at me,
I hate the way you say my name.
I hate the way I'm your last choice,
I hate the way I'm only just some game.
I really hate the way you are always late,
I hate the way you never call,
I hate the way you say goodbye,
I hate the way you have it all.
I hate the way I wrote about you,
I hate the you don't care,
I hate the way you won't even read this,
I hate you and you're not even aware.

But with all this hate,
comes all this love,
with all this confusion,
comes miracles from above.
With all this frustration,
comes all these tears
crying myself to sleep,
for many years.

I thought you could save me,
I wish you would try.
People always now say,
It's time for the goodbye.

But the truth of the story,
the part you don't know,
is that my days without you
would be even more slow.

I can't see my life without you,
I can't see my days go by,
No matter what you do,
no matter what you say,
I'm going to keep holding on,
because I can't live without you,
not even one day.