There's a word for people like you

Criticizing whatever I do
You think you're so above me, so beyond
Well I've got news for you, you're still behind

The way you look at me with scorn
Daring me to regret I go on
You make me sick, with your lousy struggle
How I wish you could be in my palms so I'll strangle

You don't know me at all
You never bother to ask
You just point it at me
As you pull on that mask
So full of yourself
How do you sleep?
You find it funny when I stumble
You cheer when I weep

You think you're so clever
When you look my way with guilt
So you smirk and you think you're a godsend gift
You know what, you get
Couldn't care less about your shit
Funny, isn't it?
Seeing someone fall
But unless it's you who falls, you don't care about it at
all
So from now on, when you look at me with your bloody evil
eye
I'll say I wish I could kill you,
I wish you would die.


October 2002