I suppose this is what you were waiting for.
Something else to make fun of,
Another way to make me want to kill you.
The song keeps going through my head.
Another reason to wish you were dead,
But I don't.
I guess this is what you wanted.
My words on paper,
For you to make fun of.
The only way for me to express myself.
Another reason for me to punch you,
But I can't.
I can't draw,
I can't sing,
I can't act,
But I can write.
I guess it's because you know what you're good at
And I'm still figuring it out.
But there is no doubt,
I hate you.
My talent is crushed…
Just for a way of your laughter.
Only for your sick pleasure.
I hand you the perfect opportunity.
To laugh at me again,