Hate to Love

Hatred can make a man do terrible things.
Shattering bathroom mirrors with heart choked screams.
It drives them crazy;
Seeing her with another man.
Now every man he sees is gonna clench his hands.

Cause it reminds us--

Them*

That it's something we lack.
Which is that something he has.
Fueling that unmatched wrath.

And its a shame.
How love can drive a person insane.
Can't eat, can't sleep, for the thought of her name.

We grow to hate it.
Talking to ourselves like we're crazy,
She was the one I turned to,
She was my girl, my baby

Now I'm lost--

Well, They are*
Of course,

Heartbroke and leaning,
Chastised and fleeting.
Torn soul and bleeding for the girl I love.