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.

So whys do I still cry myselves to sleeps?