You never were much to me,
liar of deciet,
I could tell by those eyes,
The pain you've caused,
All that [bad word] you did,
Was all your fault,
Now you're stuck wandering here,
Wondering what's wrong.

How could I have loved you?
I'm foolish.

I should've slit your throat,
When I had the chance.

MOVE!

The end is near.

You'll never feel the pain,
You'll never see inside my head,
You're so [bad word] blind,
To all the [bad word] you've caused.
Time and time again,
I've wanted to turn your insides out,
But the pity I feel,
Has held myself down.

How could I have loved you?
I'm foolish.

I should've slit your throat,
When I had the chance.

Oh!

The end is here.