I wanna go to an empty field as the sun is setting and scream
Tears running down my face as I scream that I do still fucking miss you
Dropping to my knees as I scream that I donβt fucking hate you
Breaking down finally as I fucking cry into an empty field
I do not hate you and I miss you more than I have ever missed anything in my life
It feels impossible to make you believe me but it is true I miss you I miss you I miss you and I donβt hate you not in the slightest
You could shoot me in the chest and I would still not hate you, you could slap me across the face and I would still not hate you, thereβs nothing you could do to make me hate you
You call yourself rotten and it hurts because you are far from rotten, how can something that emits pure light and leaves pink petals be rotten
I know of an empty field I can go to, I need to go
