What if...

What if I don't give a damn anymore, hm?
   Why do I know that you won't even notice?
      When will it all come to a screeching halt?
          How could the shell around my heart, the one made from the pain and poison secreted-hardening into a fine metal, break?

 Simply.

 Because of you.

Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you.

I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you.

For making me...for making me...for making me...for making me...

feel this way, you who is spawned from demon, claiming ties to man.