Wash me up, I'm hung on you.
So I take all my anger out on you, for all the hell that you've put me through.
Take a deep breathe and a long step back, stepped on by friends, who have lead the attack.
Can't you see the hate bleed?
Can't you see the anger build?
Trust me when I say you're better off dead, then to walk on me ever again.
I'm politically correct,your mouth, the virus to infect.
All I ask is you just leave me alone.
Alone in silence.
Alone in viloence.
All I am saying is give me a break, three events in my life is reshaped.
For the dark, for the worse.
But who's to say, it's just a curse.
It's all me, it's all you.
I hate myself and you should too.
Curse the ground, the sky, and the trees, can't you see there's nothing left of me.