I don't know if I can hang on, 
Or if I might let go,
I don't think I can carry on,
Without the love you never show.

My hate begins to ache inside,
Leaving me empty,
I need a friend in whom to confide,
I need someone to love me.

I hate this feeling I have,
I hate the tears I cry,
I hate the reasons I'm so sad,
I hate to say good-bye.

But the thing I hate,
Most of all, 
Is that I really don't, 
Hate you-- at all.