You never look pass the boundary of my actions,
The meaning that truly lives behind them.
For all you care,
It doesn't concern you,
It's all about me.
All about me, isn't it?
If that's how your mind works,
Maybe I should change the way of…
My perception.

Or is torturing me so much fun,
That you can't resist,
But by pass the truth,
That you know so well;
Like how you know you can't live without blood,
Or survive without oxygen,
But wouldn't it feel great to be at the edge of death,
And come back up to a newer world,
With a grand and explicit site, you've never experience before?

If you hate me so much, can you tell me why do you still love me?