Everyday I wake up and scowl
knowing that you're still alive.
I'd run you over and keep going for miles,
enjoying the rest of the ****** drive.
Causing you pain gives me such an ethereal thrill,
like shoving you off a cliff and hoping that you'll get killed.
Your mother may have named you at birth,
but to me you're just a loser.
Too bad I have to see your face and how little it's worth
everyday I look in the mirror.