I put my mother through hell,
I hurt my father as well,
I've been thinking about killing myself,
Would you mind?

I love you,
Do you mind?

I'll do whatever you tell me to
In the dark
You put a gun to my head,
Said you wanted to paint the walls with my blood,
You said you'd teach me the meaning of 'fast'
You know you'll always be the king,
The king of dust,
You don't mind.

I don't really wanna know what's good for me,
And I might die from all of this,
But at least I killed the pain
Cover me in poetry,
That you'll one day want to set aflame
I'm torn apart,
Rebuild me with your the tip of your tongue,
I don't mind.