Pathecitc is the way you made me look, Pathecitc. That's how I looked, that's how you made me feel, and you know what? I think you liked it. Yeah, I know you, I know how you act — a bastard that gets its way onto things he doesn't care about. But you? You are a liar and you know it, you bastard. I hate myself for believing in your lies, your sick, sick lies, and that you know you lied. I feel Pathecitc, not because I feel for it, but because I believed in you and now I won't. But before that, fuck you.