Jordan Butler - Hatred and Love lyrics

It's Like time and time again my life keeps pulling me back I'm an emotional mess Transparent's my shade of black Pencil lined grey I'm slightly violent and dark, but fact Cold and maybe distant Maybe distant, must express what I lack I don't know my true reflection been to long behind the mask I take the pen and then I slash, my hands stabs as I thrash Just now, let me outlet, or I'm gonna cause a f**in crash Flash, then I vent it, put my face right through the gla** Witness devastation I'm pacing about to snap I go through any sh**, and this form in which I show it Not to blow it, Toe to toe it, and don't IO know it Feelins grow it Cannot handle how it burns I take the pain and try to throw it Place it in another I'm smothered but do not mention much This hell's my hesitation I'm wastin from sense of touch I stumble through the blackness with my eyes wide shut Oppose my views The first's not always the deepest of cuts This the color that I bleed I'm on my knees as I'm judged Reflect the cloud and all the rain to fall from heavens above For all my pa**ions there's no words that I could twist round enough Nothins as simple just to seperate to Hatred and Love .. I Combust and then I rise again convinced I've opened up Eternal cycles keep repeatin, I can feel its got me stuck Regressin into progress, loops spinnin my nut Hollowed out remain to wish that I still never gave a f** I find it hard at times, I want and feel the need to self destruct I'm trapped, but maybe grown, I stop and think about my Son From what I am and what I've done, I still continuously run To catch the Sun, it comes around again the Moonlight leaves me numb I embraced my face with shadow fate's intended I be dull Around in constant circles, It's a fish bowl in my skull I'm content then just to wallow, Pour my soul til page's fill I'm just very self aware, others say that I'm an*lytical A criminal Many different sides provide the substance that I spill And I could k**, when I'm forced to make it Lyrical The pinnacle Still remains well out of my reach If I could practice what I preach I'd maybe grow but self deplete For better lives we have to strive, I need to live what I speak Maybe this is what they meant, by turning the other cheek I'm tired and I'm seek, at moment weak, but never beat Rivers bleed from my being, cascade as I leak With dead hands upon the clock I serve a sentence to wait I check the time, It's tickin slow but seems I'm always runnin late So I debate on waitin longer, while my notions abate I should move backwards on to graduate from Lovin in Hate