i watched my mother dieshe never wanted me anywayand if a bastard i was bornthen i guess a bastard i will beand everything i’ve ever lovedwas taken away from memy girlfriend didn’t want to get fatso she killed our baby mani’ll be the candleif you’ll be the flamei’ll be the knife slitting your throat everydayand we’ll always be together as long as i’m alivesometimes i stop and think i’m better off withoutOh I hold onthough my heart is stoneand i hold onthough my soul is gone -and everything that ever wasand everything that could have beeni’ve contemplated self destructioni’ve contemplated acts of ragebut what does any action that brings you comfortin the nighti can’t be the one – i can’t be the onewhen you die