*contains a swear word*
Why are you so disappointed?
Why are you so mad?
It isn't your business,
it has nothing to do with you.
So I killed somebody,
what did you expect?
"You always do this," you say,
"It's not funny anymore."
Well what did you expect?
What did you think I'd do?
What do you want from me?
I've done my very best.
Do you really hate me when I'm just being myself?
I don't understand,
this is my life, not yours.
So what if I killed someone?
So what if I hurt somebody?
So what if I died?
So what if I cried?
What does it have to do with you?
What did you expect?
What were you thinking?
Thought I'd be like you and forgive everyone.
What did you expect?
Did you think I'd be merciful?
I am not like you.
Should've known that from the start.
Why does it matter to you what I do?
Why do you think that you can control me?
You should be careful,
you know I'm a murderer.
Saying such things,
aren't you scared
that you'll be next?
What did you expect?
This is who I am.
Fuck you and your expectations,
I'll defy every single one from you.
So I killed someone.
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