sometimes I hate you as much as I love you…
the beautiful memories blurred with everything you put me through…
being angry is easier than facing the pain inside my heart…
then there’s a side of me only wanting to let go and walk towards a new start…
I try to find meaning but your wounds cut deeper when you don’t care…
there’s a coldness and distant manner in the tone and forced kindness you wear…
my feelings and emotions you don’t spare…
at times the tears and hurt are more than I can bare…
but in love and war…
all is fair…
all is fair…
