I Hate Me

I hate the fact that I'be been dreaming of you
I hate I always seem to fall for the silly things you do
It hurts to like you so much when I have someone
It hurts for the thoughts and memories of all that you and I've done
I dream of your lips and calloused finger tips
I dream of you grinding against my own hips
It's driving me insane, for I know that these thoughts will cause pain
This is a flash flood, compared to the light sort of rain
Will I be strong enough to strand strong under you advances
Or will I ruin each and every one of my chances?
I loved only one and now I love simply two
But I'm no longer sure which of my great loves are true
I'd rather die then ever cheat or treat a boy like he was just meat
But here I am now sitting in the sinners seat