Love to hate

I only talk to my demons 
They give me reasons 
Reasons to hate 

I only mingle with real ones 
Since they deal ones 
Once they become saints 

I only love when it’s real 
It’s like popping a pill 
To feel something that isn’t real 

Love to hate 
I love to hate 
But I call myself a saint 

Putting up a front like I’m a real one 
Like I deal ones 
My day ones stay ones 

Trying to save the day
Playing captain save a hoe
But they can’t save a hoe 

Cause she’s bait 

Love to hate 
I love to hate 
But I call myself a saint 

Am I a real one? 
And do I deal ones? 
Or am I a teller of lies ? 

RnB, blues