The scars you have left upon my face, has left me here in disgrace.
You’ve maliciously diminished my spark, and made sure that I was only dark.
Your hate, your love, give me what you please.
I don’t care if you got on your knees,
I will never do the same.
I’m a victim of your abuse
I’m sick and tired, there’s no excuse.
You hate and hurt with no form of shame,
And god help me, I hope someone does you the same.
When your death occurs have it not be remembered, and let it be in December.
For a cold winter is what you deserve.
Because you were the one who had the nerve.
Let it be so, that you are far from my mind,And your memory never left behind.
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