Breaking Off  (October 11th, 2001)

There's two of me and one of you
And five of them besides
They want for us to split in two
We want to say goodbye.
One for love and one for hate
And six for in the middle;
A varied semblance of fate
And none matters just a little.
The love is dissapearing
And the middle's stepped away
I wonder if you are one
For dealing well with hate?