I hate you more than anything —
I know it’s wrong, but oh! it stings.
If I were given such a chance,
I’d kill you without a second glance.
It’s welling up inside me;
it’s trying hard to blind me.
But I won’t give hate its evil way;
I’ll remain composed for another day —
to one day bring you such sweet justice,
then such a feeling, once I’ve settled this.