Why does hate come so easy?
The crying, blood boiling spike in my chest, Just begin to come out and have it's revenge.
To punish those who trust past against us,
I want them to feel all my pain and hate-red, that I have inside.
I want them to never get a chance to them selfs, a constant uncontrollable punishment, then they can see what I see everyday they will feel what I feel everyday. The urge comes more and more.
STRONG!!! It's burning inside me,
To come out and show them,
I'm not playing anymore!
