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What the hell is wrong with you? 

Before he was killed your insults acted as a drill 

He smiled and laughed and you acted as if he was a burden on your back 

You called him annoying, told him that he needed to shut up 

You hypocrite, you only care for the dead and give them sympathy 

You monster, you hated him because he was being himself 

You master of disguise, hiding behind a façade of tears 

All you did was hurt him, and now that he's not hurting, you finally love him 

This is the problem, you hate and can't love 

You bless the dead and curse the living livid 

You need to grow up and love people whilst they are still here 

Because now that he's gone, he may only remember his scars, the scars that you caused 

Now get out there and love while you still have time, love like losing love makes you lost 

Grow up, and learn to love, just as we were made to do, love and never lose hope, 

That's what the dead would like us to do, love the living while their still living life with us, 

Thank you, God bless