I told you I hate you
But still you keep pushing
But don't worry
The day will come when you push too far
When you've forced all I can take
Then you'll get what you deserve
Make no mistake
I hope you die
I'd love to see you cry
Just scream in pain
In my mind I dream of killing you
Little by little
Ever so painfully
I just can't stand you
When I hold a gun
I dream of shooting you
When I hold a knife
I dream of stabbing you
Slitting your throat
When I hold a lighter
I dream of you lit up in flames
When I see water
I dream of you drowning in a watery grave
When I think of you
I only feel murderous rage
I hate you so much
I scare myself
I have such a hate
It's becoming harder to contain
When I try to leave
Don't follow me
But if you do
One of my dreams may become reality
Copyright 2005 Labitina
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