Slouch behind the keyboard
Your fingertips are nails
I bet face to face
Your social skills surprisingly fail
Come a little closer
I didn't catch your name
And sought me I want to
But dare you do it to my face

Fuck you

You're entitled to your opinion
But I must ask you why
If all you say is hurtful
I would take to heart your written sigh?
It was heavy on the intent
But light in it's a effect
At when I'm the subject
Here's the reaction you can expect

Fuck you

Fuck you