• Maybe one day you will see what you have done to me
    You don't hold back with being who you are
    Sometimes instead of talking to you I would rather be hit by a car
    Because I know that even on the day that i feel and look great
    you will find something about me to hate
    Maybe you simply insult my shirt
    But sometimes you have no idea how much that can hurt
    I know that if I try and leave
    A web the lies is what you will weave
    You will make me an outcast
    Just to make sure my good life won't last
    I know your the idiot who must be the boss
    But why your such a jerk? I'm at a loss.
    All I want to do Is say that I'm through
    But then everyone will hate me all thanks to you
    You complain about your life being so hard
    Well you have no idea what it's like now that you have chipped my heart down to it's final shard