I look into your eyes, of the darkest brown I've ever known, a color I never would've been able
I hate you.
To pull off. And you know what I see? I see hatred of hope and hope of hatred.
I'm in love with your best friend.
Hatred. Hatred because your mad and I understand why. Because I'm not suppose to feel this
were better off this way.
Way and it's affected you in ways you wish it didn't. And for that I’m sorry and I understand you
Why do you love me?
Hatred.
I love your eyes but not you.
Hope. Hope that this feeling will subside- it's just a phase. That I’m in the middle of a magic act
Everything's not going to be the same.
And your praying the disappearing one is my next trick. And I understand your hope, for I hope
It never was and never will be.
It is too.
I hope you die.
And for this I understand how your pain is my fault. But I’m not stupid you know. I can read you'll never be loved.
Between the lines. And for that it's yours...