Sometimes I think you hate me, hang up the phone,
but take a closer look, this hate I feel is my own.
So many times I've loved you, more than myself,
it's time to take that love and put it on the shelf.
Oh, and when I hold you tight,
it makes me want to scream and fight.
Love turned to hate,
some how it's just, how it's just,
how it's just to late. (c)