Look me straight in the face and speak of your death
tell me of the extreme measures you tool to die
tell me how cruel this all is
and how this world was not made for you.
Beg for my love because it was your life
and say how nothing true could ever be
how everything passed you by with vengeance.....
how it couldn't end fast enough.

Call me pathetic when you did the same
and just like always
"run around every fucking problem."