…but Yet I Love You

I long to be next to thee,
But you don’t know me

I always see you, standing with your friends
But you never see me at the end

You hang with them,
With one of your chicks, and
It makes me sick

You make me angry that I hate myself
Just like you love yourself

I see that no one will ever love the dead
Cause of what you said

You always make fun of me
With the things you put me through
How I hate you

…But yet I love you

by Corey Mason

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hate is a strong word then again so is love