i hate that your happy

sorry if i ever hurt you
and i never kissed you enough
and i just have trouble unraveling sometimes
the feelings that i kept locked up
and i know its my own misfortune
and i didn't hold tight enough
but i found it hard to keep myself whole
while drowning in my bitter blood
and i hate when you're with her
and i hate when you smile
and i hate that for once you don't look like you've cried
and i hate that you kissed her
and i hate that i'm sore
but most of all i hate that you're happier than before