I get enjoyment from people's pain and suffering
To me, it is truly interesting
I am aware that what I'm doing is bad
And thus, I'm making everyone mad
Picking at their nerves, slow and steady
For their reaction, I am ready
Trying to bring out their worst
Waiting until their anger will burst
Looking deep into their past
And seeing how long they can last
Sometimes my days are a bore
And that's why I mess with them more
For me, it is considered to be a game
But sometimes, the results seem pretty much the same
I act like a spontaneous bitch
And one day, I might be broken and thrown into a ditch
Left there to rot, die, and decay
Be as gruesome and cruel as it may
I rightfully deserve this fall
Something that will end it all
