Left without Hate
Leaning your heart on the broken down walls
You stare down the never ending valley of halls
There’s a single light at the very end of the tunnel
For what you're feeling, your heart is the only funnel
On the outside you feel the passion of fire
As you plan out all of your cold hearts desire
You look out between the bars and the buildings
closing your eyes against your stirred up feelings
You decide to turn around and switch up your style
Deciding the heart should take away its file
Close down this emotion
That's causing a commotion
Close it off in a gate, it’s destined by fate
To get rid of this feeling you fear called Hate
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