See the Art in Me

Treading on tiptoes
Wary or I’ll make foes
I want to draw the line
There’s this difference I can’t find

Then there’s love and there’s hate
And I remind myself of the bottom line
Is it about self, or some faith
But its the same old junk with that mate

Slap my face
And the pain would be easier to bear
Than hide your face
And carry the misery of my own fate

Then there’s love and there’s hate
And the thin line that separates
Read between the lines and see
There’s more to be known that way

Then there’s love and there’s hate
And the questions that remain:
Will you still be my lifeline?
Will I still see you at the end of the line?