I hate the way it is, because of you. . .

I hate the fact i’m waiting for you,

And i hate it because i miss you so.

I hate the fact that i think of you

And i hate it because i’m worried about you.

I hate the way i feel for you

And i hate it because i long so much for you.

I hate the way i miss you so

And i hate it because i’m thinking so much about you.

But most of all i hate the way i feel for you,

And that i really hate it because love you so. . .

love,

baby bunny