i hate not the way you make feel
but the way i feel..
sometimes like a princess..
like the world is mine
and i loved every grape in the vine..
sometimes i lived without a care
about how in this big bad world I'd fare
sometimes I'd take all the time
just to "stand and stare"

but now that seems just too rare
the strings seem to pull and
i seem to have lost what was
and the world seems far away
the time just as usual doesn't wait
that only compels me to feel
I'm already late
and more than the way you make me feel
that's what i hate..

i hate not that you hurt me..
i hate it that i hurt you
when i love you with all my heart
and i don't want to part..
cos whatever happens ill hold
you next to my heart...