Bored Nothing
I Wish You Were Dead
I followed you outside
and smoked what I had
and drank some wine
you touched my arm and said
something like
"I wish you were dead"
I should have grabbed you then
and told you I don't care
I felt it once again
and I could be anywhere
sat on the cold tiles
a lock on the door
the moon on the rise
I toyed with an old idea
of popular song
and of facing fear
you could have had the end
of a million kids
coz you don't need a friend
I wish that you were dead
From Letras Mania