Might not have meant it
Every drop that falls down paints the bathroom floor red You might not have meant it, but they ended up dead. Each thought you spoke aloud, weighed heavy on their heart Unbeknownst to you it started tearing them apart. You've always made these jokes, but never thought of what could come If all the hate you spread around, finally turns their hearts numb. You keep spouting out your words and believe that they'll be fine To then suddenly seem surprised when you've pushed them over the line. Oh no it was only a joke, they took it the wrong way I didn't really mean when I told them that they should...