To my desire,
Is it even possible?
I hate you so much.
You are the crimson fire that burns angrily in me.
You are the bush of thorns growing around my heart.
You cut me and prick me and make me bleed.
Your careless glances brand jealously in my flesh.
I hate you for making me feel this way.
But I also love you.
You are the gentle breeze that sings to me.
You are the sweet golden honey fresh from the hive.
The sun casts its spotlight on you.
I love you for making me feel this way.
So, are you happy now?
I'm bipolar for you, baby,
and it's all your fault.
- That One Girl You Know