HATE;

The broken memories from the past

That I always thought would last

Are gone now from your head

Now I'm laying here wide-awake in bed

Trying to think of what I said

What did I do?

How could this happen?

I want it to end.

I've made new friends and they are like gold

And I'm afraid you're a thing of the past

You've grown old.

The things that you said left me wide awake at night

whatever this is its not a delight

I just want this to be gone

out of my sight!