I swear you hate me because of what I did.
You act like you've never sinned. You keep on coming up with this stuff, its ruining my life. To make it right I might as well stabbed myself with a knife.
I know what I did was wrong but it's over it's done.
Do you think I'm proud of what happened?
You say hurtful things. All I want to do is scream.
So you know what! Forget about me! When I make something of myself you'll see!
