_Harley-Bitch_

I never thought I'd die alone 
          	Another six months I'll be alone 
          	
          	Give all my things to my friends you'll never step foot in my room again 
          	
          	You'll  close it off, board it up, remember the time when I spilled the cup,
          	
          	of apple juice in the hall please tell mom this is not her fault

_Harley-Bitch_

I never thought I'd die alone 
          Another six months I'll be alone 
          
          Give all my things to my friends you'll never step foot in my room again 
          
          You'll  close it off, board it up, remember the time when I spilled the cup,
          
          of apple juice in the hall please tell mom this is not her fault

_Harley-Bitch_

What's the point, in waking up?
          What's the point, in getting out if bed?
          When we're all going to end up dead...
          
          What's the point I'm knives and forks?
          What's the point in spoons?
          What's the point in anything, when the entire human race is doomed?
          
          What's the point?
          
          What's the point?