Wish I was too dead to cry
Self affliction I face
Stones to throw at my creator
Masochists to which I cater
Chorus
You don't need to bother
I don't need to be
I'll keep slipping farther
Once I hold on I won't let go till it bleeds
A background run after the course Sounds more from the Bass
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Verse 2
Wish I was too dead to care
If indeed I can at all
Never had the voice to protest
So you fed me
I wish I had a reason
My flaws are open season
For this I gave up trying
One good turn deserves my time