Cause I would cry
And I would be done so I could die
Alone and unloved
I'm not alive
Don't trust the thugs on either side
And since you lied
I made you a parting gift surprise
A drink at your desk when you arrive
Diluted by drugs and cyanide
I treasure how it sounds
Yell out while you're broken
Nice panic on the ground
I've done my job
And now I'm gone
