Doorprize

The impression that you gave me

Makes me feel a part of you

When I warned you don't look at me

Or I'll hurt you you're scared of me

You make me furious I've got to hate you

In other words, it starts to burn you

You stared at me, I had to scratch you

Just to remind me not to offend you

Watch me seek you

Like I can't be the one

To wound, to kick, to cut

To harm, to whip, to bruise

To slap, to bite

The depression hangs all on me

It makes me feel no use for you

When I scorn you don't talk to me

Or you'll get me in trouble for you