Hate Is a 4-Letter Word - Shock Therapy

What has changed me into something I don’t know?

Forgotten feelings like I never know

Eyeballs bouncing in a room of blinded me Careful of feelings I thought I knew me A man is waiting at the corner screaming at me Angry hate for myself: the hidden me A closet of angry words no sight to put them in Hateful sea of love with

no one to put it in

A classic film of yesterday is just today

Once tomorrow, maybe never, I hate me Bricking myself into the wall wretched sin

Hoping to be by myself, I won’t let you in My product is only second-grade

I hate to discuss what this man has made

Forming in my hands I know it all too well

Staring at the glass I know myself too well

Hate is just a four letter word