I hate her. br That's what i say, br I loved him. br That's what I feel. br I know he wouldn't like how things turned out, br I know he would be ashamed to call me his daughter, br And I know know matter what I should treat her like she gave me life, br But I can't. br I can't make him proud. br And I can't make her be how she use to be. br Maybe he would understand I tell myself, br Maybe he would be on my side, br All I know for sure is he would be disapointed. br As for her I think of killing her, br I think of her blood spilling as she takes her last breath, br As I stand over her with a smile on my face. br TOO FAR! br That's what I think. br HATE.