Love Me, Hate Me (My Secret Sin)

Lovely as I love you Shove me, but it’s as lovely as I love you Lovely, hug me, shove me But it’s as lovely as I love you If I hate me, would you still hate me? What if no longer from my image you could rate me I just want you to hate me That way when we bicker and fight At the end of the night, you may still be my wife Climax is more depressing than Miramax Send my hate this rose, send my love this fax For life is based on facts Murderers with a lovely axe It’s true, it’s true, tomorrow it’s you Just ask Peterson and OJ It doesn’t really matter what some say And some day in that forbidden casket I’ll lay Beautiful is you Next to your cuticles, what do I do? Matter is everything But for some reason matter is so much sadder The tears after the laughter This is my love poem, my passion Maybe this time you will kick me above the groin Why is our pastime something we mourn? A sacred Identity is born Tears of shame, responsibly worn Maybe after tonight we’ll make up And you’ll lay your head in my arms And allow me to sooth you with my selfish charms I love you, you hate me Tomorrow I’ll hate you and you’ll love me