Love Hate
May I call out to the day
and ask for my life to be made new.
Answer me as I lie still,
searching for a reason to stay.
Your lips no longer taste fresh,
a cold brush of your heart fades away.
Only if I knew the reason why,
I could make us happy again.
Nobody sees the greyness in your blue eyes,
or the rage in your distorting face.
Now I see the way you were made,
the hate that fills your heart.
Ask of me in the morning,
and you shall find me dead.
I only pray for this to end,
as I lie next to you lost in thought.
Send me a new lover daylight.
End this misery I have found.
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