Posthumous Solo.

Why, Miscellania, why does it matter anymore
what you think of me?

Opinions are all I had, to help me assume
that I was worth it all along.

Sing me to sleep, be sure you are careful,
I hope you smother me.

Sing me to sleep, please don't be doubtful.
Erase all strands of me.

I'm not a holy ghost, just mere flesh and blood,
why cant you kill me yet?

There's no better times, around the corner,
I've said it all, as right as wrong, just to fuck up my life.

Please remember, the day I didn't know you,
relive your hatred, and never ask for anything more.

"I did it all so you'd hate who I am."
Who I am?

So I know, what I did, even when I say the contrary,
to know me, to love me, is one eternal disappointment.

Sing me to sleep, be sure you are careful,
I hope you smother me.

Sing me to sleep, pleas don't be doubtful.
Erase all strands of me.

Maybe, maybe, I went too far.
To make sure you'd see me,
as the lie you don't want.

"What a mess, what a mess"

I'd never take back
a thing I said.

I Mean it when I say
its probably better of that way.