You don't need a knife
Or a bat
Or a gun
To crush my heart

Your wicked smile
And maniacal laugh
Are enough to ******* me

How do you live
You heartless monster

You have a soul
Made of the coldest ice
There is nothing warm
About you Sir
It has all been frozen

You're like the Grinch
Rotten to the core
Except it's not just Christmas
It seems like everyday is a chore

You may be going down
All the way to Hell
But I'm not going down with you
Because I'm actually doing well