I Want to Die

Two thousand and seven - painted hair in pink
Now enter the house, then I stab and then I quit
Xanax in the cup, have no choice but to drink
Known to be freak, yeah, I'm known to be sick
But I'm alone here
Dying alone here
'Ve always been alone it's fucking routine
Would rather be dead, feel this way since fifteen
I wanna die
I wanna die
I wanna die
I wanna die
Why am I alive? I fucking hate being alive
I hate my life, happiness' nothing but a lie
Blood on my knife, in my stomach butterfly
'Ve never loved my life and you know I wanna die
When I rest in peace
Will I be the person you will so deadly miss?
I'll kill your friends but won't give you any hints
I fucking loved you, bitch, why did you call the police?
I wanna die
I wanna die
I wanna die
I wanna die
Die, die, die, die, die, I wanna die
Die, die, die, die, die, I wanna die
Die, die, die, die, die, I wanna die
I wanna die die die die DAAH