I remember, when you used to love me, used to hug me, now you say, I don't visit you, but I do. I try. When I come, you only say I'm dumb, and annoying, and to never come again.
You were there for me. Now you're getting married and I can hardly see, the real, you. Waiting, and breaking down, when will you come around to your senses?
I miss you, what the hell? This isn't how a grandma's supposed to be, Why do you hate me? Then you yell when I don't come around? Well, why should I? I'd rather die, than be around you when you're like this. You were my shelter, run to you, now I hide from you.
I'm sorry, but I guess it's mutual, I hate you.
I don't want to, but it feels like you do, if you don't let me know.
I remember, when you used to love me, used to hug me, I want, that, back.