I hate me.
I am scared, for myself.
If I was gone.
Would anyone care, if i died.
Let it be sad, let this be me.
I hate to say goodbye, for we won't have to cry.
Will just say I wondered off.
Will I be with the devil.
Will he accept for who I am.
Would he laugh at me.
Maybe if there's a god, he wouldnt like me.
I'm dead.
And I hate myself for it.
Life is hell, and we will know.
Some day we won't be here.
Will I be with the devil.
Will he laugh at me.
He'll make me cry, and i know for a fact.
Were all dead.