playful sassy pop, funky groove, rebellious attitu

HATE IT / LOVE IT

Verse 1 — playful, rhythmic

I hate fake friends saying, “I care,”
Then disappearing when you're not there.
I hate people staring for no reason,
Like, what? Is this staring season?

I hate onions, hate pickles too,
Cucumbers? Nope, they're not getting through.
Black chocolate sitting on my plate,
Take it away before it's too late.

I hate homework, I hate math,
And don't ask me about that class.
Teachers calling me out in the room,
Please, just let me disappear from view.

Pre-Chorus — building

And don't talk to me when I'm mad,
I promise you, it won't end glad.
Sometimes I need a little space,
Before I say something to your face.

Chorus — big, catchy

I hate this, I hate that,
I hate when people talk behind my back.
I hate goodbyes, I hate moving around,
New house, new school, new unfamiliar town.

But I love roses, black and gold,
Silver shining, stories untold.
I love singing till my voice gives out,
I love laughing till I can't breathe now.

Maybe I'm complicated,
Maybe I'm hard to read,
But I've got a thousand things I hate
And a thousand things I need.

Verse 2 — faster, sassier

I hate cheaters, pick-me games,
Racist people acting like they're not ashamed.
I hate complaints that never end,
And siblings fighting when we're supposed to be friends.

I hate tripping where everybody sees,
That five-second walk becomes a memory.
I hate embarrassing moments,
And patience? Sometimes I just don't have it.

I hate when everything has to change,
When nothing stays in one place.
I hate watching people suffer,
Wish I could take away the pain somehow.

Pre-Chorus

And maybe I get irritated,
Maybe I say what's on my mind,
But underneath all of that noise,
There's still a softer side.

Chorus — bigger

I hate this, I hate that,
I hate when people talk behind my back.
I hate goodbyes, I hate moving around,
New house, new school, new unfamiliar town.

But I love roses, black and gold,
White chocolate, stories untold.
I love singing, I love writing songs,
I love making new friends and singing along.

Maybe I'm complicated,
Maybe I'm hard to read,
But I've got a thousand things I hate
And a thousand things I need.

Bridge — softer

I love my mom.
I love to laugh.
I love the people who make me forget the bad.

I love acting,
I love to cook,
I love creating worlds from nothing but a thought.

I love silver on my ears,
I love jewelry catching light.
I love tacos, shawarma, pancakes,
Candy almost every night.

And maybe some dreams changed,
Maybe some had to wait,
But there's still a little girl inside me
Who wants to act upon that stage.

Break — spoken/sassy

And Pepsi.

Obviously.

Final Chorus — explosive

I hate fake love, fake smiles,
I hate pretending everything's fine.
I hate the things I can't control,
I hate goodbye when I don't wanna go.

But I love roses, black and gold,
I love the stories that I've told.
I love singing, making songs,
I love the people who've been there all along.

I love candy, tacos, silver,
Making money—who doesn't, really?
I love laughing, cooking, acting,
Making memories that keep me smiling.

I hate a lot,
That's true.

But look at everything I love too.

Maybe that's the point of me—
A little chaos, a little sweet.

I hate it.
I love it.

That's just me.

Outro — playful

Onions? Still disgusting.