There's a thin red line.
Between Love and hate.
And once it's been crossed.
It's almost always too late.
Why do people say that time heals all wounds .
While my heart is rarely beating.
I know that I do not speak the truth
But my feelings can be deceiving.
Words have been said, the time has been set.
The bomb is ticking, no way to get back.
Together, they define our fate,
Entwined are love and hate.
For in their clash, we truly see,
If our love lasts an eternity.