Love/Hate

He left a note on the table to leave it all behind

And as he walked out he looked around, then he changed his mind

It was clear from the moment he met her that opposites attract

If he said black she said white

If he went left she went right

He loved her so he had to stay

She loved him but would never say

So on and on it'll never change... it's a love/hate thing

He always gave her a reason to take it to a fight

And even when she tried her best she'd never get it right

It was clear from the moment he met her that opposites attract

If he said black she said white

If he went left she went right