Well, I'd like to thank all the liars and fakes,
Who made this all possible.
So now tell me how many bullets it takes,
To get to the treatment center of a hospital.
One) You could hate me.
or
Two) You could love me.
On the count of three I could give you my reasons,
To die.
Here's my toast to your health,
I pray it's lacking when I see you in hell.
Give it up, you think you've got the world,
You've got another thing coming, girl.
I'm sure you'd like to watch me give,
A part in a scene like this:
Where it's one small step to the edge of this cliff,
And it's a smaller step for me to push you off of it.
