They ask why I hate people, but there are thousands of reasons why people hate me.
Now I cannot tell whether my heart is good or bad
I know most things are not black or white, but grey
But I found my cold hands in complicity with my mind
Pushing me step by step into hell
When I say, ‘I love you,’ it’s not because I want you or because I can’t have you. It has nothing to do with me. I love what you are, what you do, how you try. I’ve seen your kindness and your strength. I’ve seen the best and the worst of you. And I understand with perfect clarity exactly what you are. You’re a heck of a person.