You see me, you kick me, you mistreat me.

You wanna know what I think, I think you're a sick son-of-a-bitch.

You used me for you're own benefits, never knowing that what I did for you was because I loved you.

You're mothing but a sick bastard, who sits all days drinking and smoking the nicotine into your lungs.

You're the scum on my paws that I step on, I can smell your fear on me, but you don't give a damn.

I can see that you're afraid, but you still show no remorse what so ever.

Then, you decided to kill me.

Blood all over your hands and clothes, knowing that I was always loyal, always did shit for you, this is me talking.

My crying will soon get on to you, you won't be able to sleep or eat until you kill yourself slowly and with no remorse.