Why on earth must you hate me?
Is it wrong of me to presume as much?
I am one of your very own
You can only pray that we lose touch
Everyone has a problem like this
It's wrong of me to think i'm unique
Or special, or close to youe heart
There is a reason for the bleakness I speak
For I feel ever so neglected
The last few years see me rejected
And since my mirror has not reflected
I want something, but stand corrected
I sometimes wish for you to die
I sometimes wish for you to die