• Everyday you strive to kill my happiness...
    but on the contrary, I've grown to know
    hatreds familier...

    Every day I rott away,
    all alone...
    to avoid your constant critisizm,
    I always stay home...
    do you see what you've done to me,
    fear, hatred, pain, and woe...
    every one elses sympothy,
    thats all you really own...
    your husband doesn't even want you,
    you have nobody to hold...
    but thats exactly what you deserve,
    now your on your own...

    Everyday I'll strive to kill your happiness...
    don't you worry... you'll grow to know
    hatreds essance...

    who am I kidding
    my chances are dim...
    I could never be like you,
    I'll just remain the victim...
    ofcoarse you have your husband,
    you can always go running back to him...
    and like I said,
    my chances are dim...


    Every day you strive to kill
    my happiness...
    but it's okay, I've grown to except...
    Hatreds fatal essance...