You Love To Hate

I can make you hate.
I mean…if that’s what you want
I mean…if you want to know
where the hate lives
and where it drives you.

Like you say you do.

I can make you hate
if it’s important for you to know
if you have work to do
and you understand
the nature of that work.

Like you say you do.

I can make you hate
but I don’t think you want to
you’d loose too much
if you gave up that
poisonous present.

Your own personal present.

It’s the one you love to hate
it’s where you draw the line
it’s where you’ve had enough
it’s where the lie you tell yourself
begins.

It’s what you love to hate.

It’s the thing that helps you feel strong
It’s the thing that helps you get along
It’s the thing that distracts from certain death
It’s the thing you mutter under your breath
The one thing you won’t let go.

You love to hate it, it’s what you know.

So go on and tell yourself another yarn
about how you’ve gone far enough
and even gone beyond
how you struggle and how you hurt
and how your love is at the start.

I’ll believe it, if you hate enough
you’ll have me thinking
that hate is love
as long as you’ve got your finger pointing out
and as long as there really is no doubt
and as long as what you’re pointing at
looks like a monster, then that’s that
and you’ve done the trick
the ultimate switch
Love to hate…

Turns out you’re the witch.