It's late, and I still hate you.

i've seen your face way too many times lately.
And from the safety of my room,
I am vengeance; I am justice;
I am the cold that lives under your skin,
and finds you at night and in your darkest moments,
reminding you of the pain that you've caused,
and your own cowardice.

You make me hate myself for being made of the same stuff as you.
Because you take pride in you're ability to sleaze.
To cheat and lie.

I'm not really a violent person,
But in my dreams, i kill each and every one of you.
over and over and over again.
and it makes me smile.

Heartbreaker.
Homewrecker.
Pull your head out.