I’m writing this not to complain but to explain,
The pain you cause with your silly love game
Why were you born?
Who approved your form?
You know-instead of wings: you should have a horn
You should be put in dirt and banished from Earth,
There’s nothing you cause but a lot of hurt
With distrust and other elements to bust,
And then you pick Black History Month to do your stuff?
How dare you? That’s like spitting in my lunch,
Like the young cats say ‘You’re doing too much’
Who created you?
Why did the cards play true?
I don’t know the answers but I HATE YOU
Hate is pretty strong but it fits,
Please do me a favor and call it quits
Isn’t shooting somebody bad or illegal?
You’re truly evil-look what you do to people
You weasel and never deal with the aftermath,
How many hearts have you broken in half?
On your path of destruction with your body count,
Don’t act like you don’t know what I’m talking about
A heart is a vessel-not anything to make you feel special,
You have taken the word ‘sick’ to a new level
I know you aren’t fond of me and I don’t care,
Just as long as you’re not here or in the air
I breathe-take this to the heart and leave,
I’ll even to my puppy dog eyes and beg please
This is my only wish that you stop with this,
You caused problems that tape can’t fix I’M tired of this game and don’t want another inning,
This letter doesn’t even deserve to have a proper ending
While I’m in my room singing this tune,
I hope that I will see your letter of resignation soon