You think that you are all of that. br You just don't know I will attack. br br I freaking hate you, I wish you were dead. br Can't believe i haven't cut off your head. br br Your presence makes me so damn mad; br To make me happy is to make you sad. br br I cry with tears of angry passion, br because my feelings have no ration. br I can't believe you told me that; br You just don't know I will attack. br br I cry with the passion of the lost love br as that of separated turtle doves. br I said that I wish you would die br but who knows, maybe, I Just lied. br br You're just as beautiful as night and day, br and all I have is this last thing to say: br I truly think you're all of that; br I hope you know I won't attack.