Doesn't it just **** you?
That the little girl you cherished for such long time
Could dispose of you without a second glance

Isn't it frightening?
That I, the kind innocence you loved so much
Could forsake you without so much as an explanation

It doesn't shock me
I've always let you abuse me
I've never objected to the ****

I've been lying in waiting
Waiting for the time I get to end your happiness
For the day I have my chance to cause your tears

I have never been merciful
I have never been innocent
I have never been one to care for begging

I don't care what you say you deserve
You have earned my anger, my hatred
Now, Doesn't it hurt?