Love Was the killer
Happiness was the knife
And
Depression was the one who saved me from all the lies,
We both made a deal,
A stupid deal i should say,
Cause depression turned his back on me,
And began to make me the puppet for play
You hate me
So do i
Guess where on the same page
What a surprise
You probably were suspecting me to cry,
But i don't care so please hand me your gun,
So i can kiss myself nighty fuckin night