• I know it's kinda twisted
    And it's got a lot that's wrong,
    But sometimes I want to move along,
    Be dead, be cold, be gone.

    Because you see, I'd wanna watch
    And know how they'd react.

    I wonder if that guy I sorta like
    Would really start to cry.
    And if the dude who stole my bike
    Would even bat an eye.

    Oh, the days go by,
    And you may question why,
    I wonder what it's like to die.

    Oh, the nights go on,
    I will sit 'till dawn,
    And wonder what you'll do when I'm dead, cold, and gone.