Confessions of Hatred

You’re lashing out like a f*****g brat,

Sharp words and intense glares,

Give a different meaning to the favorite phrase,

“If looks could kill” I would be on fire now.

I only have two words for you,

And maybe I will share them…

But in the end you’ll see the worst

When you go over with that blade in your wrists.

 

You’re lashing out like a spoiled monster,

Was I supposed to give a f**k about your feelings,

When in the end all I can do is see right through you

You’re transparent and fake like your hair color,

And you won’t even see the point I’m making it will be too late.

If I sound mad, no s**t , I am, I wanna rip through you,

This approach is for the worst, “if looks could kill you”

I would be melting in acid.

 

You’re lashing out like a little horror,

Glaring at me, glare at someone else!

You think that you can change the way I work,

Well, b***h, I’m done babysitting…

Should have done this a long time ago,

You’re f*****g killing my girls…

I only have two words for you,

F-U-C-K___Y-O-U.