Hatred For Love

This thing called love, it can be so cold, It can be miserable, Or it can be beautiful. Sometimes it’s amazing
Sometimes it’s crazy. This thing called love. love is like a drug that everybody uses, You wanna know the outcome, Depends on how you use it, And some would say it’s tragic Some say it’s beautiful, Some say it’s black and it’s dark Like a funeral. Some would die for it, Some don’t think it’s even real. Some say they understand, But don’t know how it feels. Love could be your best friend. Love can be your enemy. Love can be the thing you wish you had, But you don’t ever see. I’m gonna sugarcoat it. Yeah, sometimes it might surround you. One minute it’s saving you. Next it’s trying to drown you Some people want to show it, But were never taught how to And some of us is searching for it Feeling like it never found you.

love is like a privilege, A lot of us abuse it. Do with it what we want, And start crying when we lose it. Pretend that it ain’t nothing to us, Pretend like it’s useless. We don’t know why we do this. But yet, we still pursue it. Love, it can consume you, Turn you into something else. Bury the real you so deep. That you can’t even find yourself. Love, it can change you. Love, it can tear you down, Be the best thing you ever had, And kick you on the ground. I don’t think it’s invisible. But I know that it’s blind

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