I hate you.
I always have
And I always will.
You've never given me nothing, but stress.
Nothing, but pain.
Nothing, but fear.
From the very beginning I was scared.
Scared of death.
Scared of you.
You, who takes it all away,
As you look all of us straight in the eyes
And do nothing, but say with your heartless silence
"I am your master, now bow to me".
But I shan't bow no more.
I've had enough.
My own path is forged with more pain and suffering.
The pain that is better than your voice.
The suffering that won't bow to your commands.
I'm scared.
But that fear means nothing to me anymore.
I hate you.