I know this person who makes people ill
When he approaches I can feel that he's near
I get this sting in the back of my neck
It's your presence

I don't believe that you'll ever change
You will always be that same fucking prick
Always sprewing shit, never be your self
Your way of living makes me sick

You lie every time you open your mouth
You brag about everything, and complain for nothing
Why can't you for once do something nice
And stop spreading lies

You are like a disease,
that is running around in my head
Infecting my brain

Why do you cover up your life?