It was alway hard to mind,
How will it feel,
What shall I feel,
While thinking of you.
You fake success,
You dreggy sights
And hundred thoughts
With nothing new.

One...
I hate You!
Two... [bad word] you!
Now!
I hate you! Hate you! hate you!

You think (that) I
Must try to match,
But I ignore
Your [bad word] point of view!
I have my own
And it's detached!
The two only things
I have say to you:

One...
I hate You!
Two... [bad word] you!
Now!
I hate you! Hate you! hate you!