Can’t You Just Make Fun Of The Way I Talk Again So Things Can Go Back To The Way They Used To Be?

I must confess and get this off my chest
 That life without you's gray, I'm miserable at best
 So I need you to take this one last test
 To put an end to this whole fucking mess
 Plant a bullet inside my goddamn brain
 Lay me down to rest, release the clouds and rain
 I'd rather die at your hands than live like this in my head
 So please won't you kill me, won't you kill me Miss Hass?
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 I am so jaded, there's a correlation
 To the way that I feel from your consolation prize
 It's that look in your eyes when you look into mine
 And tell me one day I'll be fine
 Though I won't, but that's okay
 I'll watch all of these days pass and slowly waste away
 With these thoughts in my head of you and I in my bed
 Your hand in mine, I was so content