• It simple matter, why I hate the fact that you live,
    your a memory of something that should never been!
    I can smell your blood from here, why do I feel that you are not who you say you are.

    There is this feeling deep inside of me. Why did you captivate me.
    Is it because I am full of regret from the past,
    Why didn't our love last.

    You killed me when I broke your heart, and now your saving me,
    after all the pain I gave to you, you don't mind that your,
    heart was snapped in two.

    Why can't I see, why can't I feel what I want to feel, you make me hate you,
    but why can't I love you. Is it because your blood smells so familiar to me, but your scent is a different story.

    Now I am stuck with you, and this other one, who haunts mind,
    now is all up to time, why did I have to hate you, when all you did was
    love me, even when the past let go of you.