ready to give in
to your deadly game
to let you come in
to my sad twisted world
but you should know
that death is on my shoulders
and the knife is in my hand
should i let you knock down
all the walls built for
my own protection
i don't know anymore
sincei do not feel a thing
and i rather not anyways
but the bottle is
calling my name
and i have the urge
i have one thing to live for
to search for an answer
to the question
that i have been asking
but it feels like i am talking
to brick wall
and all along you've been mocing me
so here's the question
if there's right and wrong
yes or no
love or hate
then why do i love
after the thing
that i hate
LOVE AND HATE