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