I must confess and get this off my chest 
That life without you's gray,I'm miserable at best 
So I need you to take this one last test 
To put an end to this whole [bad word] mess 
Plant a bullet inside my God [bad word] brain 
Lay me down to rest, release the clouds and rain 
I'd rather die at your hands than live like this in my head 
So please won't you kill me, won't you kill me Miss Hass? 

I am so jaded 
There's a correlation 
To the way that I feel from your consolation prize 
It's that look in your eyes when you look into mine 
and tell me one day I'll be fine 
Though I won't, but that's okay. 
I'll watch all of these days pass and slowly waste away 
With these thoughts in my head of you and I in my bed 
Your hand in mine, I was so content.