I hate that you never hang out with me anymore I hate that you hang out with everyone else over me I hate that you don't believe me I hate that I get jealous over you I hate that I don't even get to talk to you much anymore But most important of all I hate that I love you...
I walked across An empty land I knew the pathway Like the back of my hand I felt the earth Beneath my feet Sat by the river And it made me complete Oh simple thing Where have you gone? I'm getting old and I need something to rely on So tell me when You're gonna to let me in I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin