Is it wrong that I love seeing you unhappy?
I can't help but smile every time you look so angry.
The fire in your eyes make me feel somehow satisfied.
I know I could make you feel better, but I do not try.
Go ahead and storm out of the room; in fact, please do.
The grin on my face may seem evil and in bad taste.
From the outside it may seem like it's coming from a bad place.
That's because it is, and I do think, "I love these feelings of his."
But what I love most, is you do this to yourself.
And yes, I mean to boast, but I do not blame myself.
You deserve these negative feelings you have.
Because, sorry!, you are not even half the man.
If you change your ways I may feel a little bad.
But until then, if you hit the cold, hard floor, I will be glad.
I watch as your sadness makes your knees buckle.
You should be honored that you can still make me chuckle.
The decision you made was so very wrong.
And I'm glad that you no longer feel so strong.
You're weak at your knees and you're weak without me.
But it's your fault that you even thought to doubt me.
I hear your pleas through your angry cries.
But, to me, your troubles are just another prize.
So is it wrong that I love seeing you unhappy?
Is it so terrible that it makes my day when you are crabby?
I don't think it's wrong that this is what I gain.
It's just that you deserve every ounce of your pain.