To you, from meIt was not too long agoI would say three months at mostWhen you began to ignore usAnd instead began to boastAbout your book-smarts and your superiorityTo you, we became slightly weirdSo you snapped us in half like a rain-rotted stickAnd sneered and scoffed and leeredI should have believed less in youThan I so confidently didAnd I should have put less value in youThan at the time that I saw fitBecause you're simply an ignorant childWith not a clue of what you speakFollowing an evil heartless monsterA murderer, a freakSo if to me you scoff, than scoff back I shallFor you are nothing to judge anotherAnd if you