Slaughterhouse Five

I dressed myself for my own funeral tonight. C'mon!

Tonight I drank myself into a [bad [bad word]  [bad word] this [bad word] world. Each day I am growing colder.
Tonight intended to be, the end of everything "me".
My blood is burning through my veins, [bad word] urgently.

I'm [bad word] and I'm not even dead.
My body's breaking down until it is shed.
My chest, a coffin closed where you used to be.
Time heals nothing. [bad word] is so [bad word]  You're dead to me.
 [bad word] is so [bad word] 

Believing is just another word for self defeat.
Nothing you give will ever mean a [bad word] thing.
Disappointment is certain, and so I fall to my knees.
I've handed down my life with every breath I breathe.

I'm [bad word] and I'm not even dead.
My body's breaking down until it is shed.
My chest, a coffin closed where you used to be.
Time heals nothing. [bad word] is so [bad word]  You're dead to me.

I dressed myself for my own funeral tonight. C'mon!

Night after [bad word] night, knife at my throat.
Endless [bad word] tears for you, I've lost all hope.