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Paroles : i hate that you’re happy ‒ Tiny Little Houses
Sorry if I ever hurt you
And I never kissed you enough
And I just have trouble unraveling sometimes
The feelings that I've kept wound up
And I know its my own misfortune
And I didn't hold tight enough
But I find it hard to keep myself whole
Drowning in my bitter blood
And I hate when you're with him
And I hate when you smile
And I hate that for once you don't seem like you've cried
And I hate that you've kissed him
And I hate that I'm sore
But most of all I hate that you're happier than before
I'll stay awake again and stare vacantly
At hе spot where you used to rеside
And I'll lay beneath these cold empty sheets
Huddled and clutching my sides
And I know it's my own misfortune
And darling believe me I do
And you've got your problems, and hell I've got mine
But I find it hard that we're through
And I hate when you're with him
And I hate when you smile
And I hate that for once you don't seem like you've cried
And I hate that you've kissed him
And I hate that I'm sore
But most of all I hate that you're happier than before
And I hate when you're with him
And at night you're entwined
And I hate that I have to pretend that I'm fine
And I hate that I miss you but you miss him more
But most of all I hate that you're happier than before
Most of all I hate that you're happier than before
And I never kissed you enough
And I just have trouble unraveling sometimes
The feelings that I've kept wound up
And I know its my own misfortune
And I didn't hold tight enough
But I find it hard to keep myself whole
Drowning in my bitter blood
And I hate when you're with him
And I hate when you smile
And I hate that for once you don't seem like you've cried
And I hate that you've kissed him
And I hate that I'm sore
But most of all I hate that you're happier than before
I'll stay awake again and stare vacantly
At hе spot where you used to rеside
And I'll lay beneath these cold empty sheets
Huddled and clutching my sides
And I know it's my own misfortune
And darling believe me I do
And you've got your problems, and hell I've got mine
But I find it hard that we're through
And I hate when you're with him
And I hate when you smile
And I hate that for once you don't seem like you've cried
And I hate that you've kissed him
And I hate that I'm sore
But most of all I hate that you're happier than before
And I hate when you're with him
And at night you're entwined
And I hate that I have to pretend that I'm fine
And I hate that I miss you but you miss him more
But most of all I hate that you're happier than before
Most of all I hate that you're happier than before
