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Some people love shoes of certain kinds,
Some people love afternoons or the way the moon shines,
And they have their reasons to feel the way they do,
That's why i asked myself what it is with you?

Is there something wrong with the way i speak
Do you even see me when i pass you on the street
I close my eyes and let it be
Because I just can't see
Why you love to hate me

Some people love weekends because they can fool around,
Some people love thunderstorms because of how the drops
of rain fall down,
And they have their own reasons,
Whatever they may be,
That's why i think it's kinda funny that you don't have one for me.

And it sucks to face the truth that i ain't got no reasons too
Whenever asked the simple question why i feel the way i do
And i know it's stupid on my part to say that i love you
Even though i know you hate me
And you don't know why you do..