we were young lads
when we thought so easily
and exclaimed with ignorance
that hate is the other side of love
love, a many splendored thing
isn't the opposite of hate
the two stem from the same tree
they're the same
they're both passionate feelings

if we would pick up a book
leaf through the pages
trying to pinpoint a word
as an equal testament to it
i mean love but going backwards
picked by many is apathy
which is in understandable
however i would disagree
since i have a word already
trying to regress love
appropriately

when somebody loves us
all is beautiful
every second spent together
lives in a lover's heart
yet the opposite of love is not hate it's indifference
love is as love does
hate is as hate does
indifference doesn’t do
it doesn't do anything
love and hate exists
when we do care

allow me to break the news to you
it won't be indifference who'd be breaking the love or the hate of the heart
you will feel it deeply
as deep and as dangerous
as the trenches of war
the one who'll break you and I
is the tug of familiarity
you won't escape and you can't deny