Why do I care about you?
Why does my heart have this tingling feeling when you’re not around?
When you don’t answer my calls?
I can’t help but say I love you.
I can’t help but think about you.
Why do I have to miss you?

I hate me for loving you.
I hate myself for being control by this feeling.
I hate the way that love is so wicked.
To pull us apart.
To shatter my dreams and hopes.