I stare right through your brown discusting eyes.
I scare you...
In your mind you can only think "why does he stare at me?"
I'm sick of you and your conceded self taking away important parts of the life made of gold.

"Hey..."
I say with love to my girl.
Her brown eyes perfect for her skin tone.
She's the only person that made me realize how pretty the sky was.
I tune out and stare right up.

"Bleh you fucking bitch"
You played with my feelings and now I'm going to make you suffer. I feel so fucking sick inside my stomach.. Your presence makes me sick.

"I love you" she tells me.
I ignore those words and keep the conversation going. "Why?" I can only wonder why someone would love such a fiend like myself.

In the end I just realize I'm nothing.
And that bitch deserves to die.
And my love deserves to grow.