I should be grateful for the day you spoke to me. 

You made me come straight to my senses. 

I saw your friends today, if looks could kill, 

I'd never leave the house; 

Make no mistake, I'd be housebound. 



Tell me, how can you ever chase happiness 

When you don't have he heart to be hurt? 

I'd gamble everything, but I don't have a thing. 

I would love to give you attention, 

But I'd never be free from the fact 

That all the things you'd tell me, truly won't mean a thing, 

They won't mean anything. 



You should be living in a hole, all by yourself. 

You should be never allowed to speak to no one else. 

I see your evil face every-time I try to close my eyes, 

And I can't see how I won't be housebound. 



It's the same for all your friends- 

Don't die you'll end up in Hell. 

Oh but, what if you did? 

It's probably better, 

Because Hell loves a good sinner