| Pushed Too Far I love the way you bring out the hate in me, Showing me just what I can be, Using your profound alchemy To brew wrath from this sympathy. Ever milking the malice from my bones, Broken by your sticks and stones. From my good nature you seek to draw The seeds to grow the final straw. Manifesting a stolen empathy While trying to hide a sincere apathy. I can not help but anticipate Your full awakening of my hate. |