• You look into my eyes and see love.
    I look into yours and I see hate.
    I see you with him and I cry.
    You see me by myself and say nothing.
    I die when I see you with him.
    You laugh at the things I say about him.
    You think I am joking about it.
    I'm not.
    I love the way you smile.
    You hate the way I grin.
    I love the way you move your body.
    You hate the way I talk.
    I hate the way life keeps us apart.
    You love the way it keeps you with him.
    Why is love so tough?