F**k You

Slouched behind a keyboard Your fingertips are nails I've been faced to face you My social skills surprisingly frail Come a little closer, I didn't catch your name Insult me all you want to But dare you do it to my face? Fuck you, fuck you Fuck you, fuck you You're entitled to your opinion But I must ask you why If all you say is hurtful I would take to hurt your inside It was heavy on the intent But light in its effect And when I'm the subject Here's the reaction you can expect Fuck you, fuck you Fuck you, fuck you Fuck you, fuck you Fuck you, fuck you