Die,
I want you dead.
Cry,
When I stab you I wanna see a tear.
Blood,
When I hold my knife in my hand I wanna see red dots.
I want this,
because you make me sick.
I had feelings for you,
but you were a dead-beat and you were never true.
I once loved you,
but now all I have is hate for you.
Telling me Im not your daughter,
faking being a father.
I know the true you,
as all I wanted was to be loved by somone I cared about.
But now its all over,
burn in hell! |
