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 |