| Ce N'est Pas Une Lettre D'amour... |
| I hate the way you speak of her With fondness in your eyes. I hate the way you think of her And miss her gentle smile. I hate the way you don't notice me Or the tears that flood my eyes. I hate the way you interrupt my thoughts each day And disturb my peace of mind. I hate the way you make me feel this way And not show even a glimmer of remorse. I hate the way you don't look at me With passion in your eyes. I hate the way you offer friendship As a compromise... |