I Hate Myself For Loving You
I hate myself for loving you; I can’t believe all the things that you put me through. First time I saw you I couldn’t believe my eyes, could it be true? Could I finally have found that which I had searched all my life for? Could she be the one? So many questions so little answers. I wont lie I was scared, doubtful, unnerved, I was out of my element out of my shell and yet I couldn’t care less. I opened up and let you in, I gave you my heart and what did you do? You tore it in half, before my very eyes you ripped it to shreds. What really hurts is it was as if I wasn’t even worth your time, as if I was no better than the dirt under your shoes. One might ask me “Adam why are you so bitter? ” To those who ask, my only response is this “believe you me, you’d be bitter too if you thought that finally at long last you’d found that special someone whom you’d dreamed of settling down with, who you’d fantasized about having a life with, only to have it all come crashing down around you only to discover that they’ve been playing you as if you’re a fool.” “Using you, for what? ” “God only knows.” I don’t know much, but I do know this, I’m no fool, YOU’RE THE FOOL! For try as you might you’ll never find anybody better than me. So I’ll conclude with this, I now no longer hate myself for loving you.