Slouched behind the keyboard Your fingertips are nails I bet face to face Your social sk**s surprisingly fail Come a little closer I didn't catch your name Insult me all you want to But dare you do it to my face f** you, f** you f** you, f** you You're entitled to your opinion But I must ask you why If all you say is hurtful I would take to heart your written sigh? It was heavy on the intent But light in its effect And when I'm the subject Here's the reaction you can expect f** you, f** you f** you, f** you f** you, f** you f** you, f** you