We argue for what it's worth
We like to go back and forth,
say words we don't mean,
For there is hate in between

We talk behind each other's backs
For we both say "what kind of friend is that."
it both causes us to crack
One more step till it all turns black
For Our conscience is what we lack
We both don't hold back
For if its a smack of words or actions
It causes a ton of reaction

When the action is already said and done
The friendship we have is none,
As more hate has begun
We feel awful,
For this becomes a endless cycle

We both ask "why can't we stay friends."
But we don't want to continue doing backbends
For were both thinking it has to end,
We all say it ended in a way we didn't Intend
But the truth is
If we wouldn't have tried to have each other break and bend,
We would still be friends.

I’m filled with love, but nothing to do with it.
So much energy but nowhere to go.
You, a prisoner that I must acquit.
I love you more than you could ever know.

Hateful love, kindly fighting, furious peace.
I feel more loved when I am filled with hate.
All these describe how I feel; Bitter Sweet.
I can’t stand this; I’ve got a lot on my plate.

Little did I know, you are always there.
I can be myself when I’m around you.
You’ve come to rescue me from my nightmare.
I hope you see that my love is pure and true.

And no longer do I feel bittersweet.
Doubtless you’re the girl I have longed to meet.