I hate you.

You hate me.

We are glad to call each other enimies.

I can't stop the growing scars you give me.

You can't stop the growing scars I give you.

We are one of a kind.

One and the same.

Because I hate you.

And you hate me.

Because we, are spirit and spirit.

But we are split.

You have everthing I hate.

I have everything you hate.

We are two halves of the same person.

But we are not the same.