I’ve sought for years to find the perfect way -
I can’t rely on karma, or on law.
A civil suit would probably cost me more.
I know there is a way to make you pay.
And money wouldn’t take away my pain,
Publicity would probably be fleeting.
I could arrange to have you take a beating;
But you would not be covered with the shame.
I’ll bide my time and let my anger grow.
In darkness I will raise the poisoned crop.
In time I’ll give you every bitter drop -
I hate you and I’ll never let you go.
I’ll make you taste my every hurt and fear.
My voice a ghost to whisper in your ear.