Insanity drives the methods, for surenBut, oh, how he feels hate in himnSadistic fun it’s so obscurenSo cruel, so vile, so rejected, so thinnnBut what is anger? Is it life?nIs it love? Or what could it hold?nHe can manipulate no one but himselfnSo much stupidity, he can’t consolennOh, she gloatsnHer ego, it soarsnMaybe she meant better, but she got worsenHe wrote it to her, he wants her to knownSo many tears, so much timenWasted on her, reap what you sownnIt’s such a futile fightnHe shouldn’t bother, he assumednNever enlightenednForever contritennSo simple is lovenSo simply it’s lostnOr was it never therenNever at allnnSo sorry I love you, I’m sorry I triednI’m sorry I cried, I’m sorry I waitednI’m sorry I wasted so much timenI’m sorry for me, I’m sorry for younI’m sorry I carenI’m sorry I do