Go there to be scorched.

And torn,

Limb from limb.

I hate you,

I can't hide it

Because time I haven't got something,

You come and steal it.

You think you're so much better than me.

You're right...

But your wounds are nothing...

Compared to mine!

Fuck off...

           ...I would kill you...

                        ...But then I would envy you

Move out.

Get away from here...

Someone's gonna get hurt...

                                ...Ain't gonna be me!