Is it love when I gasped for air?

Was it hate when you saw it and let me die?

Is it love when even in pain I thought of you a million times?

Was it hate when not only once I saw you cry?

Is it love when I’ve sworn I’d live for you

Was it hate when you brought me back to life and left me, so you could watch me die?

Is it love, when I loved you every day of my life?

Was it hate when you couldn’t love me not even once?

Is it love because after all I held you tight?

Because at the end of the day Love, or hate, it doesn’t really matter…

I will always love you, for the both of us.