Scribblings of the Opiated Sherpa

I want you to hate me, And hate me, And hate me some more, Just so I can't feel anything for you anymore. I write you this letter, Days before I know that you are going to leave, I want you to hate me now, Just so I can't feel you when you're gone. I know when you go, You'll never try to communicate, So I don't want to lose a friend, I'd rather lose someone who hates me. It didn't take you long to open the envelope, And the words start to fade, On the letter I wrote, Saying how much I'd want to be with you, And how I'm saying good-bye. Don't say see you soon, Just say good-bye. Don't look back at me, You can't offer what I want, Don't give me hope, When I don't want to feel you at all. So I slip this envelope onto your desk, The day that you go, The day that you want to say 'see you later', When I know it's going to be good-bye. And when you leave through those big black doors, You'll be away in a big city, Never t