your so proud of what you did to me
i hear you laughin why arnt you in misery?
you tell your friends what you did
i cant beleive it i was only a little kid
but since that day i only cry
ever since all iv wanted is to die
your so proud of committing such an evil crime
you are making me feel sick all of the time
i dont unerstand why anyone could be proud of such evil
i want your favouite knife you know that one you keep on top of the cupboad because that will really help me kill