We love and we hate,
We fight and lie and all we die a little each day.

Hope is heaven reached
But we fell from grace long time ago,
Should we hope that the world
Is going to make its peace with us?

Or are we damned forever to suffer
In heartless love affairs?
I know that the world is a strange place,
Where people die for little things as love
Or as bigger things as hate
Or the heat that lives in the human heart.

We are forced to live with our choices.
We hope and hope and never
Do we anything about it,
We are only waiting for someone
To help us through life,
As we are too weak to do anything on our own.

Are we forever destined to live in hate?
Never knowing that what we wish for
Is a warm body in our bed
That loves us as much
As we love them.

We are foolish beings that are hateful in our love
And picky on the things that we give away.
Our hearts rarely are the things we give freely
But still the only thing most often taken.