I Wasn't Born With Enough

I Don't Know Which Me That I Love, Got No Reflection.

I Don't Want To Have A Gravestone. I Want To Have All My Friends Burn Me And Then Snort The Ashes. I Think That's The Only Way To Go Out.

Are People Raised To Be Villains Or Vilified Like I Have Become?

I've Started To Think That Maybe I Wouldn't Mind Passing My Demented Genius On To Some Small Thing Who Can Set Fire And Breathe Profanity.

I Don't Like Fun, It Upsets Me.