| You love me, you hate me, would you please decide
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| We’ve fed hatred through the things we didn’t say
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| I guess honesty sometimes really breaks things up
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| I love you, I hate you and can’t I decide what feels better when darkness has
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| devoured light
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| But I fail to believe this is also you ---
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| When it’s black!
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| When all you see and do is black
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| This raging part of you breaks me down
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| A blinded hate marked within your soul
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| Black or white
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| Love or fight
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| Hate can taint our brightest memory
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| Black or white
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| Anguished pride
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| What if all stayed the same
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| Was that better?
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| Black and white turned to grey
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| Is that better?
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| We hurt the ones we love the most
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| What if we turned the tide
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| Will it matter?
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| What if we left out pride
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| Would that better withered hope and mourn the love that’s turned black
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| When you’re okay, you’re smiling and you’re doing fine
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| You can charm and lure, make me remember why
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| But that could be a facade to get what you need
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| When you’re not fine, you’re raging, your face like a mask
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| Eyes filled with fire seem to burn me down, as a dark opponent to your smiles
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| And I’m scared!
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| In fear and rage I turn away
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| I’ve seen too much of this to know your games
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| I’ve had too much
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| I have to let you go
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| Goodbye
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| Black or white, while love died
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| No in between or grey for you
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| Black or white, all tears dried
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| What face will you put up this time?
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| What if all stayed the same
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| Was that better?
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| Black and white turned to grey
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| Is that better?
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| We hurt the ones we love the most
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| What if we turned the tide
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| Will it matter?
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| What if we left out pride
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| Would that better withered hope and mourn the love that’s turned black
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| Black or white, while love died
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| What if all stayed the same
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| Was that better?
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| Black and white turned to grey
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| Is that better?
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| We hurt the ones we love the most
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| What if we turned the tide
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| Will it matter?
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| What if we left out pride
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| Would that better withered hope and mourn the love that’s turned black |