On the Inside 10/14/98

Each and every day
you push me farther away
and the hatred inside me grows.

I can't be who I really am
because for you I wear a mask
and the hatred inside me grows.

I'm not really happy
for you I just pretend
and the hatred inside me grows.

The more you push me
the more I love her
and the hatred inside me grows.

I take two steps forward
and you push me three steps back
and the hatred inside me grows.

I am mad, bitter, and cold inside
I feel almose all alone
and the hatred inside me grows.

I have one warm spot in my heart and you are not there
because you are as bitter and cold as she was.
and the hatred is still there.