I don't cry because I'm sad,
I cry because I hate you,
And there is nothing I can do about it.
I hate you so much.
You make my life hell,
You push me around,
Pick fights with me,
You keep pushing me,
Make fun of me when I cry.
The more you push me,
The more I want to kill you.
Sure, I say I want to kill a lot of people,
But I don't really mean it.
But when I say I want to kill you,
I mean it.
My hate for you is so intense,
I even dream of killing you.
You have made my life a living hell,
And you laugh about it.
But in the end,
We'll see whose laughing.