My pen is my knife,
My words are my rage,
My blood is the ink,
Filling the page.

And you are the one I write of,
The one that makes me mad,
But instead of screaming and yelling,
I put it down in my notebook.

This world that we live in,
It fills us with hate.
Why can't we all get along?
Wouldn't that be great?

Let's forget about the wars,
Let's just make peace.
Why can't we do that?
I want all of this hatred to cease...