HATE

It would be a miracle

If she knew just what I meant

It would be a miracle

If she could feel just one percent

The events that lead up to this point

Didn't follow protocol

Un-answered love that turned to pain

I pushed it down with alcohol

It finally became hate (oh no)

A little late and I don't know why

It finally became hate (oh no)

You can't relate and I don't know why

And now it's time to move on

To clear my mind and wash my hand of her

The new emotion is neither

The will to feel nor regret which I prefer

And now that it's over

I'm ready to take on all of my fears

And now that I'm sober

The static state of my heart will disappear