|
I ask why you come to see me?
Does it pleasure you when I'm not breathing?
Do you want to see me put in the ground?
Chorus:
You don't know what's bothering me
Don't you think it's your jealousy
Envy me with your eyes of glass
Kill me with your thoughts of black
Dream of my nonexistence
If I could have a choice
Then it would be to rejoice
In your wallowing
|
