i hate myself
i say these words so often
sometimes i wonder if they've lost meaning
i hate myself
and all the things around me
that tear me inside out and leave me
i hate myself
thats all there is to it
its never gonna change
the feeling is never gonna leave
it will only be masked
she loves me
huh, tears
not of sadness but of great joy
she loves me
i hate while she loves
and i love as she hates
she loves me
these words repeat themselves
a constant balance of love, and hate
a never ending circle
her love to my hate
my hate to her love
she loves me
and while the story's just started
i think i can see a few pages ahead
while their will be hate
their will also be love
and for every tear of pain
a smile
and when i read the last pages of our story
i will cry
but not because I'm sad
not because i wish it never happened
because I'm glad it happened
when our last breaths taken
they shall be the sweetest
just like the last few pages of a book
coming to an end
but unlike a book
our story goes on
and on
and on
and who gets their first
i know not
but i do know
whoever finishes the race first
will wait at the finish line
for the other to cross
what I'm saying is now coming to an end
or maybe
a beginning
no, this wont drag out much longer
but maybe the beginning is in me
or maybe
you