It’s hard to love and easy to hate
My conscience rips me apart
And yet much easier to hurt
Guilt, willingly, floods my heart
What gave me the power?
To hurt you so; to know
What that pains you is me
Wanting to stop, unable to do so.
It was my wrong to have done this
For ‘cos of my wrong do you suffer
Maybe, I wonder, maybe it would help
Maybe at the end, We will be tougher.
Apologize a million times I would
And willingly, like before
But thought twice I had and knew
It would comfort you no more.
My mind torments me as much
As it you, with no purpose nor aim
For ‘ve already cracked and know that
Our love, probably, will no longer be the same.