I should be grateful for the day you spoke to me. You made me come straight to my senses. I saw your friends today, if looks could kill, I'd never leave the house; Make no mistake, I'd be housebound. Tell me, how can you ever chase happiness When you don't have he heart to be hurt? I'd gamble everything, but I don't have a thing. I would love to give you attention, But I'd never be free from the fact That all the things you'd tell me, truly won't mean a thing, They won't mean anything. You should be living in a hole, all by yourself. You should be never allowed to speak to no one else. I see your evil face every-time I try to close my eyes, And I can't see how I won't be housebound. It's the same for all your friends- Don't die you'll end up in Hell. Oh but, what if you did? It's probably better, Because Hell loves a good sinner