This anger in me is building inside, I hate you I hate you I want you to die! You make my angry and so I cry, it seems like you don't care, don't care if I die. Who am I to say if it's a lie. That's not what matters, you hurt me and I want to leave you've pissed me off and now I grieve, but then suddenly I start to believe, If you make me angry i'd have to care. The angrier I get, the more I bare, The more I must care, to truely care. Now I'm aware that I must truely care, In order to hate you I must be in love To love you, I hate you but that hate comes from love...
Mondoo · Mon Nov 15, 2004 @ 08:35pm · 4 Comments |