why i hate fall

i can't think about anything at all

but the season i hate the most is fall

maybe it's because i met you and maybe not

there are so many things i wish i've never taught

the time when we fall in love was different, but not that much

wonder if i ever missed your touch

how could you be suddenly so cruel and cold

"i like you, and i like to spend time with you" you once told

it's so embarrasing that i used to be in love even with your voice

but well, you so were ugly, i didn't have any other choice

to be honest, i don't know if i was blind

you tricked me to think how you were so kind

i hated myself because of you

and that's not even the whole truth

you made me believe some things that didn't ever exist

but thank god at least we never kissed

it's funny how we pretend we don't know each other

maybe it's not you who i should speak to, maybe it's your father

i hope you're happy.. im just kidding, i hope you're not

actually i hope one day you'll get shot

you're so disgusting, i can't even look

maybe this poem will once turn into a book

in the end you were just a liar, that's all

and that's the reason why i hate fall