Good and Bad
You infect my life with a disease, there's no cure
But luckily I have a love, it keeps me pure
She makes my life worth living while you make me want to die
She always tells me the truth and you always lie
I hate you so much more than I thought I could
But I love her and she loves me so atleast one part of my life is good
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