i m diseased struck with melancholy and a deadbeat dad who never said sorry i m diseased i m diseased the roots have poisoned the tree so all i ask is that you take it easy on me i ve got a whole lot of questions that will never get answered and a pair of slit wrists to match a heart filled with cancer there s a bastard in my blood that s clawing to get out but every now and again he escapes through my mouth i wasn t worth your time but really i m fine i ve been like this my whole life wrist always pressed to the knife i swear i m okay i know everybody dies i just wish we could have said our hello s before we said our goodbyes i ll keep singing this lullaby and try my hardest not to curse your name with tears in my eyes because i swear that i m fine i m fine i can t miss what wasn t mine you were never my dad and really that s fine a livid existence where my thoughts are constricted happiness restricted from a person gone missing that s a 10 57 and i m a 10 56 so all i dream about is heaven even though i m sick i m a monster without a father an embarrassment to my mother so it s no wonder that i m going under why don t you love your son your pride and joy i love you dad why don t you love your son 