I wonder if I was meant for you.

I mean it when I say I'll stop respecting you.
Because in my eyes, you're nothing.
Nothing!
I hate you, and that's final.
And I swear to god,
I'll not talk to you in the future.
I'll pay you every single cent and never speak to you again.
You talk to me as if talking to a dog.
You can't even look me in eyes,
You expect me to answer you honestly,
Yet when I do, it's still wrong.
It didn't matter what I say,
Because you would somehow get back at me.
WTF you talking.
If I had a choice, I would really love to kill you.
You don't even give me the freedom to speak,
Because you think you're always right.
You're right, always right!
If I ever have the chance to tell you the things I hate about you,
I would sure as hell do.
Ya ya, I'm worst.
Don't know how to appreciate, blablabla. STFU
I'll never respect you, stop dreaming!