If you wanted to feel loved,
You are obviously lost.
I offer painful memories,
And what you can never have.
Your tears feed my soul,
And keep my rage burning.
After all, it is your fault for my anger,
Right?

Go cry on someone else’s shoulder,
You are obviously good at that.
I am tired of offering sympathy,
When I would rather offer you a knife.
So take my words,
And force them down your throat.
Struggle and gag while on the floor,
Watch my face twist into a smile.
After all, it is your fault for my anger,
Right?

 
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