Every morning when I wake up the hate is never there
People are people and I just simply do not care
But the urge comes suddenly and I truly dare
To stabb someone behind the neck, completely unaware
To this, there is nothing to comapre
Its brutal, messy murder, and or course it is unfair
For in this affair there is no way to prepare
And in times of weakness and despair
I cry and then declare
That as a child all I wanted was tender love and care
