There's so much hate in the world,
But only because there's so much hate in me.
There's so much love in the world,
But only because there's so much love in me.
So when I cut my wrists
Then press to them a kiss,
I show the kinds of things
The world's hypocrissy brings.
I hate me, then love me.
It's a never ending cycle.
I'll hurt myself, then I'll love myself,
Then I'll hate myself for what I did.
Then back around again.