I wanted to be your friend. You had taught me so much- humanity, kindness- I just wanted to be your friend.
If you had kept talking to me you would have seen that I don't have to do things to provoke you. But I kept at it- and I found that I liked doing all those bizarre, twisted, (and as you would say evil things) soon it was not just so you would have a reason to come talk to me.
That's how I became this way. That's why I pushed you away, I didn't want your lessons in morality, your innocence anymore.
Here's one lesson I can teach you though: All men are mortal.
And with kryptonite bullets so are you.
I suppose it's too late, because all things must happen, and things must end, even our friendship.
I wish I could say it makes me sad to kill you, but now that you are in a pile of your own blood before me, I'm not sorry. I rejoice, now that I can shut that voice down in my head that says I'm wrong.
And I'm never wrong. I'm not wrong when I destroy lives, and I'm not wrong when I pull the trigger.
But that voice still isn't quite these days. Even after your gone, it won't stop… Those last words you had said lying before me.
Your wrong Luthor! I will stop you!
But you cannot stop it now, and this is only the begginning, and your the one that is wrong.