I hate you for the things you do but I love you
And curse you for your beauty,
that makes me make some poetry âbout love
And I donât think you even think about me
If only you were smiling, and if I was your reason
Tomorrow, I could die
I can only pray my absence will change you
Pretend that youâre the one who needs my love
But you celebrate, âcoz yes why should you miss me?
When you know darn well Iâd die, just to bring us together
And this is not a love song, donât even think its your song
