Lvl. 2 Pidgey in a Masterball

I'm pretty sure I hate you
This epiphany, it came to me today
Amidst a fit of rage!
I wish that i could break you
And make you feel my hate
You're nothing more than a mistake

Your voice it echos Off the walls of the cave that is my head
It makes me wish that I was dead!
Feed my addiction
By pouring liquor down my throat
Only hoping I can cope
And make it through another fucking day

The alcohol it helps me to pretend
That you don't think you're happier with him
Sometimes I wish the worst on you and all your friends
And hope that you all meet untimely ends

I never thought we'd be
Falling just like the leaves
From all of these dead trees