You fear for yourself, so you always attack.
That is why bullets make better friends.
You ruin and spoil and maim and rend
The dreams of those who wont fight back.
This is the way the world will end.
You’re selfish and haughty, and still you pretend
That you’re really a good person, without fault or crack.
That is why bullets make better friends.
From you flows malice and pain to no end.
You mean what you say, you will take nothing back.
This is the way the world will end.
You’re a two-faced, cruel, spiteful, old fiend.
You only love those who love you back.
That is why bullets make better friends.
I hate you, but I love you, and I cannot pretend
That I do not wish you’d love me back.
But this is the way the world will end.
So that is why bullets make better friends.
Spoiler
Yes, I realise there is an extensive repetition of two particular lines. It's intentional; it's called a Villanelle, look it up.
