I hates you.
I hates your stupids hair and stupids eyes.
Stupids.
Yous a sluts with no hearts. You just jump 'em, hump 'em, ands dumps 'em.
No bodys cares. You Skwisgaar, best guitarist in de worlds.
Gods, I hate you.
You insult my playings. I'm good player! I practice and go over songs as much as yous, maybe mores!
You don'ts care. You say I never good enough.
Fucks you, Skwisgaar.
I thoughts I trust you. Thought I'd be okay.
I was wrongs.
Next day you with some sluts who screams you name and I hears it from other side of house.
I hates you.
I pretend it okay whenever I see you. I smiles and world is normal. It all ok.
I hate you.
You asks if somethings wrong. I lie and say no.
I hate you.
You keep banging sluts as if I never happened. As if I didn't matter.
I didn't, did I?
I hate you.
Skwisgaar, you is sluts. You die alones and unhappies.
Fuck you. I hates you Skwisgaar. You don't matters to me no mores.
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So whys do I still cry myselves to sleeps?
