A deep hatred

He said the best thing about me was my chest
my goth friend wants to put him to an eternal rest
the jerk thinks he is the best
i want to kill him, like all the rest

When i have problems
he makes them worse
it would be his fault
if i rode in a hearse

i despise him so
just how much he will never know

the time is nigh
i let out a sigh
i've eaten too many tic tacs and feel a little high
i have to do what i came here to do
life is going to end for you