take this piece of paper pale
and write down all your sorry tales
so we can feel the same as you

and see it through your eyes
so that we can all despise...

...all the things you hate so much
and all the love you fear to touch
and show us your emotions true

so we can know "real pain"
and hope to feel the rain...

...of every salty drop you cry
help us not to wonder why
you sob each night, yet shed so few

and collect them in a cup
so that they won't dry up...

...but still they will evaporate
like all the things you love to Hate
replaced with others; shiny, new

and when these words are lost
you'll realize Hate's true cost