i go to funerals without shedding a single tear i've looked the devil in the eyes and i've been touched by demons i've died inside so many times and bled out more than i count and you think i care what you may think of me?
Behind my back with fingers crossed, Eyes tightly closed, I wish, If I tell you what I wished for then it won't come true, what wicked mind came up with this? What if I asked you to wish my wish for me, And I'll wish your wish for you.