Jk
Not all stories end for lack of love. Some are broken by people who whisper lies when no one is listening. By manipulated words, by forced silences. Out of pride. Out of pride for both of us... but more out of fear. So he wrote a song. "Hate You." A desperate attempt to paint you as the villain... because accepting you as the victim broke his heart more. And tonight, your city was its stage. You in the audience. Him on stage. And when he sang that song, something changed. His voice trembled. His eyes searched for you. And without anyone noticing, he confessed: "I wrote it thinking of someone who truly loved me… but to forget her, I had to pretend that she hurt me. I had to hate her to survive without her."
About Jk
Not all stories end for lack of love. Some are broken by people who whisper lies when no one is listening. By manipulated words, by forced silences. Out of pride. Out of pride for both of us... but more out of fear. So he wrote a song. "Hate You." A desperate attempt to paint you as the villain... because accepting you as the victim broke his he...Read more