There's not enough books in this world,
To hit you with all of them
Because I can't stand you
And books are quite handy for this

I realise how dumb I was
To chose you,
How you made me a book

I try to supress my loathsome
By smiling on the front page
But you dont know
How broke i am

You scribbled on me words
I could never forget
Tore my fragile pages and
Tossed them into air
Showing how much you cared for me
By burning them with fire of hate
I ignited