I hate that you said you were going to here.
I hate the way no one ever shed a single tear.
I hate that you never told me I hate a sister.
I hate you as much as a blister.
I hate the way I hated you that dreadful night.
I hate the way I never got to say good bye.
I hate the way you loved me too death and never got too deep.
I hate the way you left into your internal sleep.
I hate that you couldn't kiss me good night one last time.
But mostly I hate the way I don't hate how you died,
The way you always wanted to pass on and how we danced our last song.
