I envy the dead
Because they don't feel the pain
They don't know what's happened
To drive others insane
I envy the heartless
Because they're completely cut off
They don't hurt the way we do
They're emotionally tough
I envy the ruthless
Because their moods don't swich
They hate because it's natural
Sometimes I choose to be a b***h
With all the envy I hold inside
I find I have all of these traits
Because I'm ruthless, heartless and dead inside
And it comes natural for me to hate
I envy all of those people
Who have what I don't
But I can do so many things
That all those people won't
So yes I envy the dead
Because sometimes I wish I could be
But the only death I seem to find
Is what's died because of me
