Hate Is Love
Hate Is Love
You’re not a hater, you’re a fan.
I know my attention’s in demand
But you act pretentious to enhance the mirage to my senses
And get relentless because you don’t understand
Or can’t comprehend why I solely focus on sculpting a better man.
You think you’re getting clever when you attempt to sever my hands through words that hurt
And bring pain but throwing dirt does nothing but leave stains on my shirt.
Stains can always be cleaned,
And what’s ironic is what we have in common is what we think,
And it’s funny that we’re both focused on the same thing...