I've spent so much of my life Trying to peel back the skin And find parts of a person beneath Hoping to make myself bleed long enough To discover something that I loved And I know it's arrogant to think that someone Would ever care enough to share what's left of me While everyone I know is too busy Singing someone else's dopey love songs I'm trying to write a song to sing for myself Even if it means I'm singing alone Not every song's a duet Real freedom means having No one come to mind When you try to think Who you'd want to see One last time before you die Don't we all want to kill parts of ourselves? What do you think I've been trying to do? I've been waiting for someone to witness my slow suicide One half an hour at a time Don't we all want to kill parts of ourselves? What do you think I've been trying to do? Don't we all want to kill parts of ourselves? What do you think I've been trying to do?