Your idea of fun.

Every time I hear your name,
I always think of your dirty little game,
The game you always made me play
Every single rainy day.

I hate you for what you've done,
and this was your idea of fun.
I wish that you would die,
Coz your life is one big lie.

I knew you were bad,
For the many times you made me sad.
Why did you choose me?
There was others couldn't you see?

Thanks for ruining my life,
I now what to turn to the knife.
Are you happy with what you've done?
Was that your idea of fun?