Kill Yourself
You talk about the world like it's somewhere new, like you know all the scriptures and what to do
Talk to me like you're the saint of something sacred
Well I won't miss you
Well I won't miss you
Entitled prick with no resolve I wish you'd die
You're lower than waste
Your birth was a mistake
You have no spine
I wish I knew the truth of you, before I trusted you
I'll never make it to heaven, so I'll take my chances
I was born a sinner, so I'll die in the grave I was born into
You say you're sick with a disease well burn yourself and set me free
I hate your complaints and your "woe is me"
Betrayed your friends for a change of pace
It's convenient if you just kill yourself
If I don't agree with what you said
I'm a bad person, "It's in your head"
Cry me tears and leave me unread
And you're the worst person I've ever met
You're the worst person that I've ever met
(That I've Met)
Here we are
Chasing stars
We tried to trust you but you let us down again
You never cared at all
But here we are trying to breathe
And who were you
And who was I supposed to be
And who was I, but a hollow machine for you
But a hollow machine for you
I'll never make it to heaven, so I'll take my chances
I was born a sinner, so I'll die in the grave I was born into