Hatred feels nice when no one’s there to love

And the blisters of apathy fester.

Hatred feels nice when peace is gone, no dove

And nobody’s there to be the jester.

Hatred feels nice when no one’s there to help

And the coldness of one’s heart warms you up.

Hatred feels nice when one can’t hear you yelp

And the lack of love leaves with empty cup.

Hatred feels nice when no one’s there to keep

And the loneliness builds up like a wall.

Hatred feels nice as tears well up and weep

And the phone remains silent with no call.

Love isn’t there to keep you warm and nice.

Hatred is there to keep your heart on ice.