Why do you hate me with the passion that you do? Why when I
haven't done nothing to deserve this from you? I think It's not
because you love me that you do this to me, but I will always love you,
I hope that you know. I guess it's because I wasn't good enough
for you so you droped me in a well. The pain in my heart stings, but
I'll never tell. You love me? It's that why you make me cry? I know
I love you more then you could know I guess thats why I don't mind
what you done to me. But the bruises in my heart will never fade I hide
my pain and try and relay myself saying everything's okay.