Is like a black rose amongst a field of red roses
It represents death and misfortune but still it is beautiful and must be picked
Hate is the one that’s just out of place.
It comes from the corner of our heart
Bursting out like a shotgun, harming everyone in its path
Hate is the gun I want locked up forever.
It tastes like you ate a bar of mud
Leaving you feeling dirty
Hate is my mud pit that I can never leave.
It comes out quick but the effect is never quick enough
It makes your friends cry and you feel hollow
Hate is my novocaine.
It represents death and misfortune but still it is beautiful and must be picked
Hate is the one that’s just out of place.
It comes from the corner of our heart
Bursting out like a shotgun, harming everyone in its path
Hate is the gun I want locked up forever.
It tastes like you ate a bar of mud
Leaving you feeling dirty
Hate is my mud pit that I can never leave.
It comes out quick but the effect is never quick enough
It makes your friends cry and you feel hollow
Hate is my novocaine.
