I want to write. But I don't know what to write. What do I honestly have to say?
Well my best friend and I are growing apart. We still hang though and I'm tired of pretending everyday.
It makes me feel like a hypocrite, so I begin to search for some truth in me.
I honestly, purely, wholly, inexplicably, really love my boyfriend and everyone can see.
My killers say "He doesn't look a thing like Jesus" but to me he's alot "like God".
"Talks like a gentleman", pure of heart and mind, loves me against all odds.

My grades are mostly good, my parents and I are fine, everything sounds good, right?
So why do I still feel kind of hollow? The malice is eating away at me inside.
"Hate is a strong word", but I can't say that I really, really, really don't like you, 'cause hate's the word alright.
Every daydream, every nightmare, kill you in my dreams every night.
Two requests for friendship. Both his beckons left unanswered.

I don't hate you because of what you did, I hate you because of who you are.
Now I work my hardest to be perfect, to be good enough, to be desired by you.
When you realise what you gave up, the final blow will be delivered.

I hate you because before Michael came along, I wasn't a person with one, I was a scar.