These are my cruel intentions
I plan to take the hate you give me
And turn it into lovely poetry

One day there will be a mold
Where I will have to do as I'm told
And I will wish them the best of luck
Just to try and shut me up

I've got a craving you're depraving me of
But this is the last stop and I have to get off
I'm not ready to realize the cause

You'll be fairly soon to find
That the petty things on my mind
May be tearing at my insides
But I no longer care or mind

I would like to point out as I stand up and shout
That every word I've ever said had a meaning
From the very beginning and to the end

There's this burning in my soul
And this fire's left a giant hole
But I can't say you'll ever know
The things it takes to make it whole

You called me as the murderer of this victim
But I turned the tables and chose to convict them
After all I was and am and meant to be them

One day there will be a mold
Where I will have to do as I'm told
And I will wish you the best of luck
Just to try and shut me up

These are my cruel intentions
I plan to take the hate you gave me
And turn it into lovely poetry