• Will you do me the honor?
    Of killing me?
    I can't do it.
    I'm to weak.
    But if you did it.
    It'd be a favor.
    And you could feel guilty.
    But i'd bless you.
    I'd help you get a great life.
    Because you would have given me something wonderous.
    You would have taken my pain away.
    You would have stopped my heart from breaking any further.
    You would have helped me get away.
    But you won't kill me will you?
    No you'll just laugh and call me emo, sadistic, suicidal.
    All of that but you wouldn't really care.
    Because you don't care.
    You don't care for anyone but your own little world.
    Were all like that.
    We think that if we act like we care we'll surely go to that place in the sky.
    We'll let me tell you.
    That it won't matter.
    Because God can see through everything.
    He can tell if your lying or if you mean it.
    It won't matter what you do.
    Your full of sin.
    So am I.
    But I have known this for so long.
    It's like a lifestyle.
    Would you trade lifes with me?
    Would you want to feel like your mom hates you?
    That no one trusts you?
    That because of mistakes they won't stop watching you?
    Would you like to feel alone?
    With a heart that breaks all the time?
    Would you like my life?
    Cause thats what mine is.
    And that kinda of life.
    Makes you dream about death.
    About suicide.
    Will you do me the honor?
    Of killing me?