How?
Can you hate anybody that done nothing to you?
But we do it.

How?
Can you let rage over take you to the point that you act out foolishly?
But we do it.

How?
Can you lie to the point that you think it's the truth?
And nothing but the truth.
But we do it.

This self-controlled many of us toss openly about ourselves isn't apparent in us as real.
We know pain makes us feel.

Then some can be numb to it.

How?
Can love not be spread?
It's here for infinity to enjoy.
Open up your arms to accept being hugged?