You

I smell your scent
I re-live your memories
I think of you
I talk about you
I want you dead
I want you with me
I want to stab you
I want you to talk to me

I think of you,I want you to die
I think of you, then start to cry
I smell your scent, it makes me sick
I think of you, your such a *ick
I talk of you, they get annoyed
I talk of you, I'm tired of being toyed
I hope you die, I hate you
And I hope its me who ends up killing you