Irony کے بول

I hate you but I thing I love You and that´s the end tension lasts a long time Disdelief lasts a long time hypocrisy arrived Fear is bigger and stronger uncertainty dreads Certainty repulses We´re passing alone in our selves we are our treth And something we cry I love you but I thing I hate You and that´s the begining A bare artery passing art fascination it self Depresion ... We´re wondering with succes in our selves we art Looking for a way certainty ... Uncertainty ... We´re looking for perfection does it exist at all ??!!