I hate you, my love.
I hate how I will always be misunderstood
I hate how much I struggled
After trying so hard
If dying was my saving grace
Will my angel take me away?
Or will the devil pull me down to the ground?
I hate you
But I could never do
Hate is not my saving grace
It is what will doom me when my life is taken away
And for you my dear,
It will not be your pleasure.
Dec 20, 2015
Dec 20, 2015 at 8:31 AM UTC
I hate you, my love.
I hate how I will always be misunderstood
I hate how much I struggled
After trying so hard
If dying was my saving grace
Will my angel take me away?
Or will the devil pull me down to the ground?
I hate you
But I could never do
Hate is not my saving grace
It is what will doom me when my life is taken away
And for you my dear,
It will not be your pleasure.
If love and hate were the answer to your problems
You would've died long before
With my own two feet and my saving grace
I will run after You
