I Am Scared
I Am Bruised
I Am Cut
I Am Used
I Am Sitting
On The Ground
I Am Picking
At My Scabs
I Am Watching
Them Bleed
They Smell Like
Nasty A.S.S
The Infection
Is Now Spreading
There Is Nothing Now
That Can Be Done
Soon Enough
I Will Be Gone
Soon Enough
I’ll Die
And When I Do
I Will Go Away
In This Fucked Up Dark
Cold World Of Mine