love you can't define the word hate love in it comes too late (???) jealousy it's in between the two resentment something that gels between me and you
cloudhead filled with rain can't stop the rain just like realizing my pain can't stop my pain
i wish i wish that i could see what's going bad with me and i wish that you could know know what to do with love to show when i think of you i think of love and hate of things never to be what i see in you i see love and hate in things i wish could be
just at times i wish you could see love and hate in me
when individuality cannot exist it doesn't exist but not for jealousy and when consciously you told me it doesn't exist it can never be
hate in me hate in me
when individuality cannot exist it doesn't exist but not for jealousy and when consciously you told me it doesn't exist it can never be
anytime anytime you recognize it love in me could separate pain when a cloud it comes heavy with rain i can no longer hold the pain
looking right on you
when individuality cannot exist it doesn't exist but not for jealousy when consciously you told me it doesn't exist it can never be