i am my own hell and i have made my home in a place where no one ever goes i'll always be alone i'm learning all kinds of tricks how to drain the blood out of my face and spend a summer in bed so everyone will think i'm dead when i come back to you it'll be on my hands and knees i'd be lying if i said i didn't dream sometimes about what it would be like if i didn't have this life my legs start to shake when it's my time to leave