When I see you my imagination gets excited,
It starts to think of all the great things,
Being together,
Having fun,
Smiling,
Just being sweet to each other;

When I talk about you my imagination gets angry,
It starts to think of all the things you've done,
To me mostly,
But to others,
Everyone,
Just being an ass-hole to everyone;

When I think about you my imagination really get's goin,
It starts to remind me of how horrible you are,
The things you do,
Making me sad,
I cry,
Just being insensative to me;

And I think about you,
And I want to kill you,
I want you to leave,
To just stop with me,
It'll be less painful that way;

And I talk about you,
And I find out all your lies,
The things you've told me,
The things you've told others,
I know you really are fake;

And then I'm with you,
And you make me feel good,
We have so much fun together,
I think it's not as bad as it seems,
Afterall you're just a horrible person whom I seem to love;

Love can't be all that bad.