Just as Black as my Heart.

There's little hope for the wicked and you're no exception.
You think when love should be unconditional that it'll be the last to cause you pain.
I know for a fact now that there is no such thing as unconditional love.
For I have loved and hated.
I have been loved and hated.
I try entirely too hard to figure out my life. To be a lover and stray from the fights, from the anger.
I now wonder what is the point to it all
If I'm gonna be right back in the same darkness I came from, what is really the point?