I would like to tell you something
But I can't be bothered
I hate your guts and want you to die, and
I don't think I need a reason why
Please leave right away, get out of my sight
Before I do something you won't live to regret
Go away
Far away
I don't want you to stay
Drive a car into a wall and die
I would feed your corpse to my guinea pig
And dance a jig all over you remains
I would tell everyone you had gone on holiday
While plugging in the wire between you and the mains
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