Just sat down with a notebook and a pen on a day i felt crappy and this is what happened
The only reason I can't say I hate the drama,
is that I have to admit that I love the attention.
I hate myself too much to ever love you,
but you're a close second in a fight for my intentions.
I love the good times with my friends,
but i hate when no one has my back.
Truth is when you're all around for me,
I forget about all the things I lack.
I have a love/hate relationship with irony,
it always has a laugh to lend.
I love how it gives everyone what they deserve,
but hate how it gets me too in the end.
I love it when the weather gets colder,
but hate how much it resembles my heart.
Even worse is I'd never change for a second,
which I guess brings me right back to the start.