Em D Em D
Wish I was too dead to cry
D Em
Self affliction I face
Em D Em D
Stones to throw at my creator
D G D
Masochists to which I cater
Chorus
Em D
You don't need to bother
Em B
I don't need to be
Em D
I'll keep slipping farther
C D Em
Once I hold on I won't let go till it bleeds
A background run after the course Sounds more from the Bass
(Em D B A)
Verse 2
Wish I was too dead to care
If indeed I can at all
Never had the voice to protest
So you fed me
I wish I had a reason
My flaws are open season
For this I gave up trying
One good turn deserves my time
