In your sick and twisted mind.

In your sick and twisted mind,
What thoughts go through your head?
What makes you hurt me all the time?
What makes you wish me dead?

In that cruel and hateful mind,
What makes you think you have to ruin my life?
What makes you say those bitter words?
That stab me like a knife...

In that destructive and wicked mind,
What causes you to loathe me just like that?
What makes you call me these things?
Pathetic, Friendless and fat?

In that malicious and spiteful mind,
What makes you be so cruel?
The stuff you say hurts me so,
Pitiful, outcast and uncool?

In that evil and screwed up mind,
What stops you from leaving me be?
Well you went to far, and as I die I whisper,
Thanks for destroying me...