If I hurt you then I hate myself
I don't want to hate myself,
don't want to hurt you
Why do I choose your pain

I hate it when I make you cry
Then you look at me
with those sad eyes

Mistakes are made, and regrets are our luggage
we will drag them with us to slow us down.

Dreams sustain us through the madness
goals give a finish line to our race.

I am, therefor I hate.
I hate, therefor I am.

Anything plain can be lovely, anything loved can be lost
Maybe I lost my direction, what if our love is the cost?
Anyone perfect must be lying, anything easy has it’s cost
Anyone plain can be lovely, anyone loved can be lost..

In death we all become our perfect self...