Hate is beyond me

How do you expain a feeling that really isn't there

and how do you pretect your eyes from seeing secret affairs

Hate is beyond me,

keeping up with bittersweet words that are nowhere near fancy

Hate is what they beg to hear but I suddenly remember I was never there

How do you expect me to show feelings that are not even there

My mother use to say hate is beyond you

but what if everything in life is false but what is the point of saying it was true

lies speak to the weak

and refuse to hear the ones who are unquie

i use to hate people because what happens when you grow up

being in love makes your heart drip like syrup

Hate is beyond me, but the past is what makes me

I could see hate build up until it fed off of me

Hate is so beyond me, it slowly kills you

until its inside of you