Hatred
What is this feeling
It must be hatred
cause when I see you
all I can see is red
You say you hate me
then you act like my friend
well make up your mind B.itch
Never mind I'll make it for you
You use me up 'till your done
Well I love to ruin your fun
You'll miss me when I'm gone
but when I'm gone, I'm gone
I only have a few words left
F.uck You, you ungrateful B.itch
Your pregnant, I don't care
You can burn in F.ucking Hell
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