Enough with
Pre-judging prejudice
Certain lies
My will to exist
His accusations
My imagination
All nations refuse to commit
Suicide
The one I idolized
Never really lived
Did this all cause
The slits on my wrists?
(Stop calling, you bitch)

All I wanted was a puppy dog
Someone there for me
Since no one ever was
Now there's a heart attack
But is there any more love?
Stupid "punk" bands
Perfect eyebrows and hands
And all that I wished
Did this all cause
The slits on my wrists?
(Stop calling, you bitch)