The real you gets you hated.
The open heart gets you hurt.
The extended hand gets you killed.
And still,
your enemies remain the same.
Your friends always change.
The mercy of hatred—
it never pretends to be anything else.
The real you gets you hated.
The open heart gets you hurt.
The extended hand gets you killed.
And still,
your enemies remain the same.
Your friends always change.
The mercy of hatred—
it never pretends to be anything else.