What has changed me into

something I don't know?

Forgotten feelings like I never know

Eyeballs bouncing in

a room of blinded me

Careful of feelings I thought I knew me

A man is waiting at the

corner screaming at me

Angry hate for myself: the hidden me

A closet of angry words

no sight to put them in

Hateful sea of love with

no one to put it in

A classic film of

yesterday is just today

Once tomorrow, maybe never, I hate me

Bricking myself into

the wall wretched sin

Hoping to be by myself,

I won't let you in

My product is only second grade

I hate to discuss what this man has made

Forming in my hands I

know it all too well

Staring at the glass I

know myself too well

Hate is just a four letter word,

Hate is just a four letter word.

Hate is just a four letter word,

Hate is just a four letter word.

Hate is just a four letter word,

Hate is just a four letter word.

Hate is just a four letter word,

Hate is just a four letter word.

Hate is just a four letter word,

Hate is just a four letter word.

Hate is just a four letter word,

Hate is just a four letter word.

Hate is just a four letter word,

Hate is just a four letter word.

Hate is just a four letter word,

Hate is just a four letter word.