I hate you
I despise you
We've been in this war
For some time now
Guns loaded
Hand on trigger
Aim precise
Only there is something holding me back
Something that won't let me pull that trigger
Maybe it's the fact I don't hate you
Or perhaps the fact that this is all a deception
A mare allusion in my mind
Because I've yet to say how I feel outloud
But when I do
That is when the bullet with soar