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I hate the way you gave me hope, only to find I had run out of rope,

I hate the way I held you near, only to watch you go without a tear,

I love the way you looked at me, it always seemed to set me free,

I hate the way you kissed my friend, right then I thought my life would end,

I hate the way you never thought, of how my life and soul were wrought,

with feelings for you, or how I feel,

you thought my heart was made of stone, but in the end we're all alone.

I can't believe how one person can feign, feelings of love which only chain,

the other to the feelings, which all start staling,

when they see their loved one kiss, a friend and wonder how they missed,

the telltale signs of love failing, and when the feelings aren't returned the mind starts flailing,

and in the end we're all alone, you found my heart wasn't made of stone,

but flesh and blood, which in a flood is swept away, but the hurting stays, I know they're selfish,

these feelings of mine, but in the end I know your fine,

and in your smile I saw a fang, but if I'm the victim then I'll hang,

on the breeze and in the wind, I hope you Know this is the end,

in the end we're all alone, I found your heart is made of stone

you thought my heart was made of stone, but in the end we're all alone.