I hate to think of you again
I hate the freckles on your skin
Hate your hair cause it was blonde
And the list goes on and on
Hate the way that you look
Hate the way that you smile
Hate the way that you laugh
Hate the way that you cry
Hate the way that I have to tell
All of the lies that you don't die

All of these lies just to make myself happy
Hate the way that you talk to yourself in your sleep
And the distance you go for your hopes and your dreams
Hate the way that I have to tell all of these lies
Just to make myself happy
Moving on is harder than I ever thought it would be
Trying not to think of you is harder than it should be
You're amazing and I hate it cause I know I wasn't
Maybe now I'll be the man you always thought I could be
One, two, out the door
Girl, you left, I hit the floor
Lying left with nothing to lose
Then three, four, overdose
Wish that I could pull you close
But right now I can't handle the truth
Hate the way that you look
Hate the way that you talk to yourself in your sleep
Hate the way that you smile
Hate the way that you laugh
Hate the way that you cry
Hate the way that I have to tell all of these lies
Just to make myself happy
Hate the way that you talk to yourself in your sleep
And the distance you go for your hopes and your dreams
Hate the way that I have to tell all of these lies
Just to make myself happy
Hate the way that you look, hate the way that you smile
Hate the way that you laugh, hate the way that you cry
Hate the way that I have to tell all of these lies just to make myself happy