I tried so hard to make you love me,
I really leant over backwards.
I know that you hate all about me —
My thoughts, my doings and my words.
I never knew why I deserved it,
You never talked of it with me.
But you must know I’m not concerned ‘bout
Your so strange treatment, girl, of me.
I’ll let all take its natural course,
Stop thinking of you every night.
It won’t be easy, girl, of course,
But I will try with all my might.
Your hate compels me to do so,
Your incomprehensible hate.
I do not need you anymore,
But if you need me — it’s too late.
10.12.96, 1.08.97
53. Hate
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