I hear the word's spewing out your mouth.
But I don't understand what it's all about.
You say you love me.
But I know the word's you said to me aren't actually true.
But even then I say it back, just like a fool.

Life went on and time passed by.
Then on that day I began to cry.
Tears trickled down tear-stained eyes.
I saw you with him, you slept with that guy!?!?
And that's the reason I'm asking why?

Do you love me?
Did you know it would hurt me?
Do you know that doing that just might break me?

I hate the way you talk.
I hate the way you walk.
I hate your smile.
I hate your style.
I hate myself, and do you want to know why?
I hate myself for loving you.
And I hate myself for saying it too.
But at the end of the day I'll still be your damn fool.
Telling you with a sound of hope in my voice that I still love you……..