Kill Me

If I aim to die,
Who's to stop me?
Who's to say I can't?
Who says I won't?
I'll tell you this,
A fact I know is true:
I'm damaged goods.
So cut me,
Let me bleed.
Kill me.
Cause me pain.
Cut me down,
Call me trash.
I deserve it,
If the worst is death,
If the worst is you,
Then come on.
Bring it on.
Kill me.