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[coyotemorpheus]

I hate that I can't stay mad at you when you call.
I hate that you never return my calls.
I hate that I always forgive you.
I hate that you act like nothing's wrong.
I hate that I wont say what I truly feel.
I hate that you'll never notice.

All these things I hate-So much anger
Yet it all seems fate.
I hate all these things,
Yet, I can't hate you.

Nor can you hate me.
If anything, it' so far
Beyond our control.
You'll never know,
And I'll never say.

God only knows, why
It has to be this way.
He made you as he maketh
Me. I give up. I have
No choice. I surrender
Myself to the tides of fate.

Does it even matter? In
The vast sweep of humanity
Is ours any different?
No, no, sadly so, we are
But waves upon the ocean's
Surface, your fate, my fate
It’s all the same, in the end.

So why do I care?
Because God make you
As he maketh me.
With a heart, with a soul
With a longing to at last
Be whole.