"I don't mean it like that."
I find myself rehearsing the way that it'll come out next time I have to say that to you.
It happens so often I've become immune to saying it everytime something slips out.
Everytime something doesn't happen the way I want it to.
Everytime I talk to you.
Everytime I look at you.
We all make mistakes.
but I know it wasn't a mistake.
You said it yourself
so why do you make it seem like it was now?
I understand, but don't do it again.
It's hard to understand.
It's kinda .. bittersweet.
I'm sorry and I hate you.
But I don't mean it like that.