In the garden of love and hate theres roses at night walking along singing a sad song.
In the garden of love and hate people get together to make up then break up.
In the garden of love and hate there faces on the wall each one with a story rolling a different colored ball.
In the garden of love and hate theres pain and theres happiness because with out hate theres no pain and with out love theres no happiness.
In the garden of love and hate theres every thing even cake.
In the garden where one day we all most go to explain why the one we love is also the one we hate.
Now in the garden we all must face the truth that the one you love will some one day be the one you hate.
