bother - stone sour

Wish
I
was
too
dead
to
cry
My
self
-a
fflic
tion
fades
Stones
to
throw
at
my
cre
ator
Ma
so
chists
to
which
I
cater
You
don't
need
to
bo
ther;
I
don't
need
to
be
I'll
keep
sli
pping
far
ther
But
once
I
hold
on,
I
won't
let
go
'til
it
bleeds
Wish
I
was
too
dead
to
care
If
i
ndeed
I
cared
at
all
Never
had
a
voice
to
pro
test
So
you
fed
me
shit
to
di
gest
I
wish
I
had
a
rea
son;
my
flaws
are
open
sea
son
For
this,
I
gave
up
try
ing
One
good
turn
de
serves
my
dying
You
don't
need
to
bo
ther;
I
don't
need
to
be
I'll
keep
sli
pping
far
ther
But
once
I
hold
on,
I
won't
let
go
'til
it
bleeds
Wish
I'd
died
ins
tead
of
lived
A
zom
bie
hides
my
face
Shell
for
got
ten
with
its
me
mories
Di
aries
left
with
cryp
tic
en
tries
And
you
don't
need
to
bo
ther;
I
don't
need
to
be
I'll
keep
sli
pping
fa
rther
But
once
I
hold
on,
I
won't
let
go
'til
it
bleeds
You
don't
need
to
bo
ther;
I
don't
need
to
be
I'll
keep
sli
pping
far
ther
But
once
I
hold
on…
I'll
never
live
down
my
deceit