The Devil in Disguise

When you open your mouth, I dream of throwing a show at your face.

When you speak, I see you falling off a building.

Your red hair looks like a bird's nest in the firery pits of Hell.

Your voice worse than your claws on the chalkboard.

Maybe one day you will take a tumble off your pedestal, and never stop rolling.

Maybe one day you will see what you did to her.

You "teach" math but you cannot calculate how much I hate you.

You love yourself; I guess you're the only one.

This is for you, so take a second to listen to something other than yourself.

This is for you. Now go fuck yourself.