Do you want me? Do you want me dead?

"Oh, give it up for at least a second
I'm getting sick of your bullshit attitude
And how you walk around like you shine brighter
It's killing me
So what do you say?
Do you want me
Or do you want me dead?"

I can tell you don't like me/give a shit about me. It's so obvious. There is only one reason you're around, and we both know what it is. Fuck you and your "bullshit attitude." I use to actually think we were somewhat of friends (at least a little), but recently I've realized that I don't even matter. I'm too loud and annoying. I'm not creative at all. We're nothing alike. You ignore me mostly, which is whatever. I know you're never excited to see me. You just put up with me.
Whatever, bye.