People, I hate them, They're so nosey. They stare at me, They plot my death. Oh I know, you think I'm paranoid, But I ask you, Is it paranoia, When they *are* out to get you? Whenever I go outside, The knives become carved, They want me to trip, to fall, I hate them! Opinions, their's do not matter, I don't care that I'm "sad", Only one thing matters, The Internet. The Internet forgives all, No-one criticises me, I own freedom, But then the real life appears. Why do they stop right in front of you? Why do they push ahead of you? Why can't the just walk the same speed? Why can't they stop annoying me? Jerk, I don't like you, leave me be, You don't care about me, I don't care about you, Why must you pretend? I'll tell you why, because you're a person that hates me, just like the rest of them!