Tonight could've would've should've

Been one of the most important nights

Of my entire fucking life…

But instead I'm lying (shaking) in my bed,

Screaming at a corner of my ceiling…

Trying to get Him to answer me.

I WANT TO SPEAK WITH GOD,

AND I WANT TO SPEAK WITH HIM NOW!!!

God is a fucking coward.

He's scared shitless and

Running blind from all my questions.

Oh boy, have I got questions…

Like why the fuck do I shake so much?!

And what's up with these fucking coughing fits?!

And how in the hell do

Some girls manage to cry so daintily?!

Cos when I cry, there ain't nothing

Dainty about it…oh no.

I get all red and splotchy in the face,

I get all gross and snot-nosed.

Nothing too attractive about that, no sir.

I think about a lot of fucked up shit

When I cry…oh you bet…

I think about swallowing every last pill

In mommy dearest's medicine cabinet.

I think about razor blades and dying alone.

I think about strangers and strange cars

And getting hacked into little pieces, mhmm.

God bless us, everyone!

THE FUCK HE DID…!

God's left us, everyone.

Fuck yeah he did.

God won't talk to me.

The fuck he won't…

JESUS DON'T WANT ME FOR A SUNBEAM.

Well if I were Him,

I'd fucking hate me too…