This was never your home. Just my cell.

I'll rot and die inside this hell.

You want me to be honest?

I hate me too.

If you felt the way I did, you'd wanna kill me too.

These words stick like glue.

Bounce off you like rubber.

Not that you'd know what one felt like.

Me either. I'm a goddamn receiver

Of hatred, rightfully so.

Only the evil in this world reap what they sow,

Teach what they know,

And make this place darker.

Remember when I used to wanna get married

To that song with Travis Barker?

In that one band.

Yeah I Miss You,

But I know you don't miss me.

If you were to come kiss me,

The kiss of death is what you'd give me

And trust me

I know I fucking deserve it.

I know that I'm worth it.

Only thing in my life that ever felt too perfect.

Put it on the platter and serve it.

I'll surely eat to the last bite.

Dreams inside my head are coming back and that's alright.

No one else could accept the torment.

Cause their conscience is fucking clear.

Everclear near my bed

At least in spirit.

I wish it was here.

So I could down the whole bottle.

Blast some lead between my ears.

Or maybe through them both.

So I can't hear the screams inside my head.

So I can finally lay to rest.

So you can forget the fucking dead.

You were perfect to me in most ways.

Shoulda focused on that shit instead.

But when I did, made me feel like the smallest person.

You'd be trying to figure out why I was mad and cursin.

I'm not a perfect person. A more perfect demon.

Hope you finally get to see the results of your dreamin.

Life's not what it seems and

I get that we're not meant to be together,

Cause I broke our little home.

At least your half is doing better.

I'll be gone for fucking ever

After the cuffing season and the sweater weather.