The Worst Year Continues

Fuck you 2010. You were so last year.

It's not even about me or them. It's just about fucking you. Get over yourself.

I hate you. We hate you. You are over and done with. You're dead.

Why is it you can't leave us alone? Leave them alone?

Why couldn't you just let them go? Let them go in peace without suffering, death without pain? No agony or second thoughts or separation?

No. That's just you. Fucking 2010. I hated every day I had to spend with you after what you did to them.

And now, you're still here under the guise of a new number.

I'll rip you apart. You're going to Hell for this.