It's this idea of
Love Hate
That is ruining
my fate
My reaction to
your face
Makes a complex
psychological case
It's that hard look in
your eyes
Like I'm all that you
despise
It's their shade of soft
wood brown
That's what makes
me frown
It's your skin olive
or white
Makes my mind begin
to fight
But the warmth from
your skin
That's what makes
me grin
It's this idea of
Love Hate
That is ruining
my fate