Semantics.

You've condemned me to a life
Filled to the brim
With empty dreams and sedatives
Feeling nothing but an ever-burning hate
For what the future will bring
Now, given a choice:
Should I go for the throat,
Or lie down and take it?
It's very easy to choose, really.
If it wasn't for your harsh words
And that god damn malicious smile
I just might still be coherent enough
To tell you to go fuck yourself.