I’m so sick of when people ask,
Why I am the way I am
It’s a rhetorical question that has no point
So why should I answer?
‘What happened to you? You used to be so much happier’
Turning on the light can change the way things look,
I’m sure you know that, or does the light blind you?
You didn’t care when you let her die,
So why do you care if I do the same, and die myself
A hypocrite is what you are, wishing to kill,
Then saying you wish to end the killing.
I hate you, but I know deep inside,
You’re all I will ever be.
