I’m the poster child for d**h Your number one for a bad time You really didn’t think that the slit wrists were a bad sign? I’m sure I’m a nuisance A recluse with a noose You’d think by the 3rd song the rope wouldn’t be so loose Till d**h do us part So what? Now I’m just a waste of an investment? Incessantly oppressed and always obsessed with doing the wrong thing? Just me, myself, and I A head full of broken pistons So it makes sense why All my friends have gone missing Well okay, forget about me Been living, barely living Far from what I need I guess I’m a misfit I guess I don’t get it So I’ll take a bath in blood and sickly depression Well okay, forget about me Been living, barely living I can hardly breathe So carve your name into my bones Because I don’t want to be alone Bludgeon me with sticks and stones As long as I wont be alone Constantly thinking about d**h is k**ing me My friend, my dearest friend So till d**h do us part Till d**h do us part