Paper Cut Eyes

Hate that I love you

Hate that I love you

Like a lovesick puppy strutting about the room,

hitting my head once again.

Knowing I'm steering straight to my doom,

geuss I've got nothing to lose.

I hate that I love you,

cause deep down I know,

I love that I love you,

more than I care to show.

How can we tell fake from real,

if all this was always so perfectly concealed.

I don't have time for games,

it's quite a shame.

We got no one else to blame.