In more ways, than I can even start to describe
     You're ******* up my life.
I have many words for you,
     for all the pain you've caused me,
          all the things you put me through.
And yet I don't say them to you.
                                                                      Why?
Because unlike some people (you)
I can keep my mouth shut.
Something that takes a lot of self control
     Of which you have none.
But sense you're never going to read this; lets have me open up
     My true feelings for you.

To start, I hate you.
                                                     Actually-come to think of it,
             It's really as simple as that.
I don't think there's a better way to explain it,
     A "nicer" set of words.
I feel the opposite for you than  the dearest thing I love.
You think you're smarter than me,
     but I've figured out your plan.
I'm just holding back,
                                      ...waiting to see you fall on your face.
Waiting for the perfect moment when I can finally tell everyone
                     ...how much you ****** up my life.

You see, you're keeping him from me.
Something that's not wise to do.
There's only so much I can keep bottled up.
I had it all planned out,
     how everything was supposed to work out.
And then you had to go and **** it all up.
I can honestly say that I don't wish you any harm
I just want you as far away from my life as possible.

One day it will happen,
     I just have to wait.
Then everything you put me through...
     Will just be a bad memory.
Something I'd pay a scientist to erase from my mind
     because even having you as apart of a distant memory,
          in the back of my mind
               is too close to me.
I want you gone,
                    erased from my mind,
                                                 and completely, forever, from this day forward...
Out of my life...
                            ...before you **** it up some more.