I hate it when I have to speak

My truth wrapped in lies

I hate the thought, when you learn it all,

The cold to fill your eyes

I hate what I have to steal

When I have to steal from you

I hate the bitter fortune

That my lonely soul is heir to

I hate the cuffs hanging from my wrists

The hurt way you look at me

I almost hate the love I feel

Reluctantly forfeiting your heart for the key

I hate the way I met you

Wearing blue instead of black

I hate the rules that hold us down

But I am unable to turn back

I hate the wheels set in motion

My plan firmly in place

I hate the way I haven't seen

A true smile on your face

I hate it every time we part

Returning to sinners of men

I hate it when I'm wounded

Because I'll lie to you again