This place that i call home
is certainly not the place i want to continue to roam
this gothic nowhere
is the place in which i am, but i would rather be there...
in HELL
cant you tell?
i scar myself so i can see
that this truly is not the place for me to be
i should be dead, i should've died
but instead i have only cried
if only you knew just how much i want to die
when you tried to kill me, it was the one thing i looked forward to, to let my soul fly
to the bright pits of HELL
and if ya miss me, oh well
cuz you never showed me your love
now you'll know i was serious,now maybe you'll see
