I hate the way you always know what to say,
and make it better.
How no matter what, you will always be there in my life,
but too far away to mean anything.
Just enough to prove nothing but pain.
I hate all these emotions, and feelings that i cant escape,
are all meant for you, but no matter what,
will never be returned.
I hate that everything i dreamed of, you save for her.
Even though she's not the one wasting her nights.
Crying to be noticed.
Dieing for you to notice.
But babe, i could never hate you,
just the way you tried to make this all better,
and only made it worse.
I thought in the end, it couldn't be worse than before
this all happened.
Believe me, i was wrong, very wrong.
A broken heart is worse than a dumb one.
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