You can all go fuck yourselves
You so-called tortured souls
But I'll cover your ears so you won't hear the screams and moans
If I could I'd just throw the earth into the sun
But I'd cover your eyes until my hand melted off
And I don't want a funeral
'Cause I don't like people looking at me
And I don't want to get married
'Cause I don't want someone touching me
I'm fine
I really want to die
Tonight I really want to die
But don't worry
No don't worry
I won't hurt me
The Ropes.
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