..I hate not being able to ask whats wrong.
by beautiful imperfection
I hate that you don't seem to care.
I hate how things have changed.
I hate cold lifeless stares.
I hate the lies...
I hate the walls that tore us apart.
I hate the truth...
with every ounce of my heart.
But I guess it doesn't matter,
we've gone our separate ways.
It really shouldn't surprise me,
the way that things have changed...