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 ?