I hate you, my beloved

I love you like you’re a kind of muse.
But I see you’re not really amused.
Why didn’t you ask, it’s all your fault...

I hate you for making me feel blue.
I hate you for making me love you.
It is like a sexual assault...

For love, pain is the prize I must pay,
No painkiller can take it away,
And it starts to make me feel insane...

Starts to feel like I will die this day,
But I want to live, to go my way.
Why don’t you just let me go away?

Sitting next to you, it just gets worse,
And we’re drawing surreal flowers,
Wonder if you even know my name...

I just waste my love and sanity,
Looking at your eyes, I go crazy
And because of you,
I can’t love who
Would deserve it: that is why I hate...