When I die, I want to go to hell
I'm a waste I'm useless, thats not hard to tell
It doesn't make sense why I mean anything to you
I could do it right now, theres nothing you could do
All my I've felt like an outcast
Hoping everyday that it would be my last
I wonder If I die will tears come to your eyes
Forgive me for my disrespect and forgive me for my lies
All I know is that the reaper is stalking
Forget this I'm sick of talking...