All your friends want me dead

I've planned murder in my head

What more must be said?

Baby, come join me, rot in hell

I think I need serious help

These drugs will just not prevail

Everyone is worried 'bout my health

All my friends, they wish me well

Last thing I will see is a shotgun shell

I'm just a waste of space, in my room dying slowly

Will you join me, in the afterlife, baby?

All your friends want me dead

I've planned murder in my head

What more must be said?

Baby, come join me, rot in hell

I think I need serious help

These drugs will just not prevail

Everyone is worried 'bout my health

All my friends, they wish me well

Last thing I will see is a shotgun shell

I'm just a waste of space, in my room dying slowly