Drop Dead

Why do you hate me I've been nothing but empty
What else could you want from me
I wanna break free from my enemy
You're the last thing I wanna see
And if you take me for a goddamn fool
I'll rise up from my grave
The one I built to keep away from you

You've got my blood on your hands
I've been meaning to say, fuck you
You've got a stain on your soul
There's nothing to say, fuck you

I'd rather die than be with you
Six, six, six feet under your bullshit
But if I must I can come to the light of day
And curse you right back to hell

You've got my blood on your hands
I've been meaning to say, fuck you
You've got a stain on your soul
There's nothing to say, fuck you

D-E-A-D
I'd rather drop dead
I'd rather die than be with you

I'd rather drop dead
I'd rather drop dead
I'd rather die than be with you

You've got my blood on your hands
I've been meaning to say, fuck you
You've got a stain on your soul
There's nothing to say, fuck you

D-E-A-D
I'd rather drop dead
I'd rather die than be with you



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Writer(s): Simon Lepage, Simon Lepage-lanoue
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