Give me a reason not to like you.
Tell me, I really want to know.
Give me a reason not to like you?
No, I cannot.
Not because I don’t want to,
but there is no reason to dislike you.
If you really want me to give stupid reasons,
fine, as long as you’re happy.
I don’t like your smiles
because they melt my heart within miles.
I don’t like your frowns
because they crush my feelings down.
I detest your angelic face
that made me forget to tie my shoelace.
I detest those deep brown pupils
that absorb my soul, so brutal.
I loathe your cute flighty voice
as it draws my ear to it without a choice.
I loathe the way you talk
as your interesting stories never stop.
I hate it when you act like a child
because it turns me into one as well.
The way you are annoyed by my jokes,
the pinching, punching, pinning on my arms,
they all leave a mark,
a smooch on my soul.
I can’t stop myself from being immature
in front of you, the innocent you.
Can you give me a reason to like myself?
Stop drawing your lips so close.
I cannot resist the temptation anymore.
Don’t let me hold you in my arms,
all I can feel is my lips caressing your skull.
Every bit of your soul I demand,
just like mine given to you.
Dear Lord, I beg of you,
is there a way to make her heart turn?
I hate my lies.
I hate my stories.
I want her honesty,
I want her with me.
Give me a reason to dislike you.
No. Please don’t make me say it.
Give me a reason to dislike you?
Fine, if that makes you happy.
I despise you the most, every bit of you,
because it is not mine to have.
It’s someone else’s burden to bear,
it’s his happiness to share.
God? Why do this to me?
Giving me the slightest hope,
striking me with the deepest fall.
If only she had known me then,
I would’ve told her how much I hate her,
how much I hate her charms, her spirit,
her actions, her soul.
Every time I search,
she is in another man’s arms.
When I thought this is the one,
well, another big surprise for your son.
Give me a reason not to like her.
I need one, to escape from the knot of my affections.
Give me a reason not to like her?
I cannot, because I really, cannot.