My body still clings to life Only my spirit has died inside (so I pray) I pray for d**h every night But I keep waking up alive I cut myself for infliction And I still spit at my reflection I hate everything I am I have my friends to think for that So I keep taking my meds And I do what my doctor says I hate myself more everyday I guess I'll always be this way I've learned that love is dead And that people just get f**ed instead And all the while making friends Just to f** them in the end Everyone I touch infects me Cancer in flesh there is d**h all around Everyone I touch, I infect them Black and dead is my heart Alone, I'm not good when I'm alone I pace and tear at my skin and my hair Burn myself for some relief For a sick f**ing joke of a life The punchline is when I die And come back as me for eternity Just to f** up everyday? And fail the ones that I love by being alive I don't know who I am anymore A parasite in human disguise? Searching for a piece of sh** with all of you maggots and flies Everyday I feel that I just can't do anything right I'm sorry if you know my name I probably f** your life, goodbye