I hate you for being romantic.
I hate you for saying you care.
Now I lie here awake,
From the jagged heartache,
My defenses gone, I am left bare.
I hate you because you caressed me.
I hate you for leaving again.
With each soft, loving touch,
You inspired so much,
Of this passionate craving for Sin.
Yet this feeling goes beyond passion;
It's not truly hatred I feel.
Through the smile on your face,
And your loving embrace,
My defenses fell; I became real.
