I hate you, the feelings so dangerous.
Maybe i can't get you over, since the past years you been haunting me.
You made me afraid of passing over those hurdles, you made me bleeding through the blunder knife.
Why didn't you just use a trigger and shot me down.
Maybe i really hate you for those things you have done, although i'm strong-minded.
You're not on purpose, but intentionally.

P.s Bark off, you dog