Even after all you said
I am not sure I can hate you
You have driving me to do stupid things
I still have my scars from them
Id wish youd die and go to hell
But you now have two children, but oh well
But I would be doing them a favor, killing you
I know that they would be fine
No insults, no smelling the alcohol, when you come to see them
After a year you decided you have been stupid and that you need to be there for your children
What about all the pain you have put their mothers through?
You always screw things up
I do not know why you hate me so
But I can tell you this
Mess with me one more time and you will die
