Cold Shoulder

What is love? Love is a feeling hard to describe. A desirable pain locked away inside, even though the pain can torture our hearts. Love is a horrible thing. You become you own victim, torturing yourself, being unable to stop yourself, the pain develops. Hate is all around. On your way to work or school. Built a different world, hate will help you find what you've been looking for. You ask me what I need, all I need is your hate. I hate how you make me happy. I hate you, but I love you. For every smile you create, you make a thousand more tears. For every dread you take away, you create a thousand more fears. See, I can see, that look in your eyes. The one that shoots me each and every time. You grace me with your cold shoulder. Whenever you look at me I wish I was her. You shower me with words made of knives. Whenever you look at me I wish I was her.