I'd rather you hate me.
Because not hating me and not treating me like a friend, is the same thing.

I'd rather you tell me that you hate me.
Than say you don't hate me, and never talk to me.

I'd rather you hate me.
Than smile at me.

I'd rather you hate me.
Than make me laugh.

I'd rather you hate me.
So I won't be jealous when I see you with another girl.

I'd rather you say to me that you hate me.
So I can hear it over and over again in my head and try to push you away.
Than hearing your voice saying "I love you" over and over again and cry.

I'd rather you hate me.
So I have a reason to hate you.

If I don't hate you,
How the hell am I suppose to get over you?

Nothing is working.
I've deleted everything within my sight about you.
I push away memories of us together.
I try to keep myself busy.

But there's always those weak moments.
Your face will break through my thoughts.
I'll smile and that sparks the memories.
Then I'll cry.
Because I can't forgive myself for what I've done to you.

You've said you don't hate me.
But do you forgive me?
If you forgive me, will I be able to forgive myself?
Why can I forgive myself?

I've never hated you.
I tried.
But I felt horrible afterwards.
I can't hate you.

If you hated me.
I'd have a reason to hate you.
But would I use it?
Is that even a valid reason?

If I hated you.
I'd feel horrible.
Worse than I do now.
And now,
I still love you.

I want you to hate me.
I want you to say it.
It would cause me so much pain.
Maybe the pain would be so great.
That I would go numb.
So I wouldn't love you.

I wish I could hate you.
So I wouldn't love you.
So I won't feel the pain,
of losing you the way I did.

I'd rather you hate me.
Than give me a chance at friendship.
I've already screwed that up.
So you might as well hate me.

I'd rather you hate me.
Than for me to love you.

I'd rather you hate me.
Even though I'm in love with you.
Have been before you really knew me.
And will be, after you forget me.