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I hate the way you hold

I hate the way I stay

I hate the way I love you

I hate this game we play

I hate to love the way you touch me

How pifitfully I moan

I hate your arms around, during the sickeningly sweet song.

I hate your simple smile, your easy loving grin

For this is the simple reasons my prision walls remain.

This is the only reason it all remains the same.