I can’t stand you.
I can’t even face you.
I hope your insides eat you away until you’re nothing.
I hope you burn.
I can’t forgive you.
I want to, but I won’t.
I hope every dream you have is wasted.
I hope you burn.
I can’t understand you.
I barely even know you.
What role are you playing today?
I hope you burn.
I think about the way things should’ve been,
but you have your own mind, and I can’t change you.
I hope you burn.
If I could, I’d delete you.
Pretend you never even existed.
But how is that any different from what you are now?
I love you, but I hope you burn.