Erase

I don’t like love, I don’t like it because of the tears. I hate love because it hurts me
I hate myself for living like this because of you
I need to erase the hate and the pain. Until my tears stop flowing

If only such a thing existed as a love eraser. It would’ve been a bit easier to erase you
Because of you, painful days, good memories,. I will keep them all – because that’s easier than forgetting you.

How can you erase me so quickly? Or was it because you were next to someone else?