I hate the ground you walk on,
When I see you smile,
Every fuckin day is done
You psycho make me sick,
I tried you to ignore,
But the fuckin shit is,
I can't do it anymore
Your hair is black,
Your skin is white,
The only way to escape from you,
Seems to be suicide
I should cut you in pieces,
And throw you away,
Your corpse will rot in the wood,
And I will be happy till my last day
I hate you more than everything,
I wish a sufferful death too,
Oh fuck I guess I am in love with you.
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Published on e-Stories.org on 04/20/2006.