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Stabbed in the f*cking back Slit the throats of your two-faced f*cking lie
I speak words so wise Feel the hate, you despise deep inside
No more compromise, closer to the f*cking edge Of suicide
Every time that I think About the sh*t I grab my pen and write about
Every thing that I've seen The dirty streets that spread disease, I can't believe
The dope made me a fiend It took away my self-esteem, this isn't me
Here I stand, alive I cannot hide the tears I cried, I wish I died
Are you for real, is this my imagination
I'd rather Kill myself then die of this frustration
I can't believe you
F*cked up my whole life Paid the price, sacrificed, twist the knife
You can go f*ck yourself I wish you well, burn in hell, you
Took it away, threw it away, piss it away Take it, murder, murder, murder
Cutting the vein, killing the pain No one to blame, myself, murder, murder, murdered
Are you for real, is this my imagination
I'd rather kill myself Then die of this frustration
I can't believe you
Need you to
Believe it's true
I'll bleed for you
I'll bleed for you
Sometimes it seems so helpless How could I be so selfish
Lay me down so restless It'll be the death of me
Promise me your honesty, As all the years have passed
Me by, all of a sudden things get Strange and the story changed
Everything you said was a lie, And still you proceed to f*ck with me,
Talk about me when I'm not around, Just remember that there's no one here
To pick you up, when your punk ass Hits the ground
All messed up and drunk for you On these empty thoughts I dwell
Never counted on my faith for you It was just too soon to tell
Pushing every button of mine, you knew Me all too well
You f*cked with every part of me, and I hope you rot in hell
I'm killing myself
I can't believe I'll be dead and gone
I'm killing myself
Pretty soon you'll be here on your own
I'm killing myself
I can't believe I'll be dead and gone
I'm killing myself
Pretty soon you're gonna be
I know that I'm right I've seen the proof you try to hide, you deny
Knowledge of existence The truth is masked, to cover, the face that you
Beating myself, cutting myself, killing myself Mutilate, murder, murder, murder
Let life go, slit my throat, write the note P.S. Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you
Are you for real, is this my imagination
I'd rather kill myself then die of this frustration
I can't believe you
Are you for real, is this my imagination
I'd rather kill myself then die of this frustration
I can't believe you
Need you to
Believe it's true
I'll bleed for you
I'll bleed for you
Sometimes it seems so helpless How could I be so selfish
Lay me down so restless It'll be the death of me