What I Hate About You

  I probably shouldn't say this,
But sometimes I get so frustrated.
When we fight to when we make up
I can only imagine what's our next step.
Now we're sitting here wondering what to do,
So I guess I should say this now.

I hate your insecurities,

I hate your pettiness,

I hate your immaturity.

I hate your laziness,

I hate our craziness,

And most of all I hate that you make me love you.

It's stupid to sit here as I wait here for your sincere apology.
When you mean it I will believe it, but if you text it I'll delete it.
Believe me, I'm too smart to stick around if all you'll do is mess with my head so promise me that I'm not making a mistake this time.
'Cause the love we have is so crazy good,
So addicting that I'm going fucking crazy!
So fucking crazy,
Like I'm stuck on a emotional never ending rollercoaster with my head tied up in a plastic bag and I'm suffocating.

I hate your insecurities,

I hate your pettiness,

I hate your immaturity.

I hate our craziness,

And most of all I hate that you make me love you.

The more you put me through I still come running back because we are both maniacs in love.
its sickening and its menacing how you make me fall in love no matter how badly you fuck up then the next day we're back to right where we are.
Cussing each other out,
Yelling at each other,
Blaming each other,
Crying to each other;
Tell me, what are we doing to each other?
Before we were ok next thing I remember we're fighting over nothing now I'm threatening to leave and now you're acting like it don't phase you anymore because you're excuse is you heard it all before.
So I guess maybe I should just walk out that open door and forget this.

I hate your insecurities,

I hate your pettiness,

I hate your immaturity.

I hate our craziness,

And most of all I hate that you make me love you.

When will you appreciate me?,
See it's all hurting me?,
Making me feel unwated? Better yet neglected.
Do you even understand me anymore? Or
Do you just say you do?.
What are we doing?
Pushing each other's buttons and telling each other things we used to never ever say to each other so what the hell ever happened our promises?
To our mutual respect? Because it's getting pushed away by conflict.
Becoming so sadistic as you can't help, but afflict your emotional pain upon me.
Hurt me with your mental games and call me crazy when really we're both just a little bit too crazy for our own good.

I hate your insecurities,

I hate your pettiness,

I hate your immaturity,

I hate our craziness,

And most of all I hate that you make me love you.