For One Moment

Feelings, the things I never thought I'd know.
Well, you proved me wrong.
Are you happy, does this make for a better tomorrow?
I swore to never feel the way I do,
To never think of someone as often as you come up in my mind.
I thought that if I blocked myself, if I took myself away from you,
I thought that maybe, just maybe, I could stop.

But apparently, I don't know myself as well as I thought I did.
Evidently, love is something I am capable of, even being the person I am.
You just happened to be the perfect mixture of someone who was open and hid.
The kind of man I hate, yet always yearned for deep inside.
The only one who could make me actually want to be something.
The kind of being that kept me from manipulations and lies.
But you are so like me, but so much better at it,
Because you truly never can fully love.
And I wish I was you, I wish every word of hate from your lips wasn't like a forced hit.
That every joke, every jest,
That every tease, every snide comment,
Wasn't one more blow to my seemingly empty chest.

So here's to Fate.
I salute you, you spiteful creature.
You who create love, but also hate.
So all of you who know what it is like to be killed slowly inside,
You with feelings on the inside that can never truly be released.
Those who feel the need to shove them all down, make Love hide.
Raise up your glass, your fist, what have you,
And raise out a cry of every emotion you have deep down.
For one unmeasured moment, pretend this might do.
Imagine, fleetingly, that it will cause them to leave.
And I will join you.