Mr. Kill Myself
Michael McVey-Schindel
I don't talk to my friends anymore
I missed the boat and they just closed the door
In my face, I'm a disgrace and I don't know what to do or say
But I sit in my room crying every day
They call me Mr. kill myself
You stab me in the back and send me on straight to hell
They call me Mr. kill myself
While you stab me in the back and send me straight to hell
I walk up out my room, and I don't know what to do
Fresh made scars on my wrists and they're all cause of you
I know you're looking for something new
That you wanted something new
They call me Mr. kill myself
While you stab me in the back and send me straight to hell
They call me Mr. kill myself
While you stab me in the back and send me straight to hell