I hate this time of year,
I hate this time of year,
I hate this time of year,
I hate this time of year.
Valentine's Day,
it causes shivers down my spine,
it gives me nightmares every night,
it watches you with an evil eye.
It makes you want to puke,
it makes you want to murder,
it makes you want to scream,
it makes you want to hurt her.
She smirks at me as she walks by,
she gives me glares as I talk to him,
she spreads rumors about friends and I,
I just want to break her limb.
She's a b***h,
you cannot see,
behind her mask,
she ain't a pretty seed.
She ain't cupid,
neither are you,
the fact that kills me,
is what she's going to do.
But she has the right to glare,
She has the right to hate,
I am a monster,
that keeps await.
I should be locked behind bars,
I should be beaten into cells,
But what bothers me the most,
is that there's not enough hell.
This monster wants to die,
stop ruining peoples lives,
but things get worse every second,
it wants to get a knife.
It wants to be responsable,
for everything it has done,
it wants to tell you sorry,
and stop it's trecherous fun.
It wants to keep everyone safe,
keep everyone happy,
although it didn't mean things to turn out bad,
She does not want to flee.
It wants to make things right,
it wants to have a chance,
it wants you to murder her,
without one last glance.
It doesn't deserve your glance,
your good ways are not needed,
just kill it already,
before she starts pleading.
Just do it already!
She trusts herself no more,
don't tell her any secrets,
or it'll spill out the door.
She's a monster,
just deal with the fact!
Just kill her already,
and leave it like that.
The monster must leave,
The monster must leave,
The monster must leave,
The monster is me
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