It feels that your love for me
is slowly turning to dust
I hate life
I hate this shit
I love you and I hate myself
I hate our world
and everything in it
I hate loving you
I hate
I hate
It feels that my love for you
is eternal, never-ending
but it seems that you're not receiving
what I have been sending..
(It has been like this for I don't know how long
I only know that at some point
it all went wrong)