I hate that I’m always there.
I hate that you talk to me about GIRLS.
I hate that we've planned our HOLIDAYS.
I hate that it’s not now.
I hate that I can’t forget you.
I hate that I’ll always forgive you.
I hate that feeling when you smile.
I hate that feeling when you don’t.
I hate that I come off second-best.
I hate being you’re best friend.
But most of all, I hate that you know all of this and I’m still pushed aside.
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