Worse Than Death

I'm disappointed of what I've become

I want myself dead; want myself gone

I don't want another day in hell

I want myself dead; everyone can tell

I'd hit my head against the wall

I'd hit it again with a basketball

I'd crush my fingers with a vice grip

Fascination comes with the blood that drips

Middle of the highway, there I'd sit

Hoping a ten-wheeler I would meet

I'd crush my hands in a blender

Blood goes splat on every corner

I'd throw myself in an acid bath

My skin slowly burns; I'd enjoy the wrath

With a grin on my face, I'd grab a nail gun

Point it at my head, BANG, I'm gone

Hundred ways I'd kill myself

But something would top the list

Thousand ways I'd kill myself

A day without you is worse than this

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