I can't explain how you made me feel.
You always made me smile; you knew just what to say.
Never was a moment dull if spent with you.
Then I feel I made a mistake.
Did I rush something?
Did I push you too far?
Was there something wrong with me?
Was I just a two day semi-romance?
I guess I'll never know.
It may seem like I hate you; but I can't.
I don't love you, I don't hate you but I can't be your friend.
I'm a little too out of my mind for that.
You messed me up good; I hope you're aware of that.
Apologies are nothing to me; you flat out spat in my face you didn't care for me anymore.
I'll admit: a piece of me died right then and there.
But please, just do me one thing;
Scream at me; tell me you hate me.
Wish we had never met.
Tell me I was your mistake.
Tell me all that, then hit me so I can smile.