Sometimes I wish that I was bulletproof
And that my own hate would not be my noose
Me and the knife almost called a truce
And then I lived again and found relief in the battle
Hate me for the words I do say
And even the ones I try to take away
Hold everything against me
For I am not worth a single red cent
Don’t pity the man without a soul
As he sold it straight to the Devil
And I am that man
Oh mercy, I am that man
Those days I can no longer live with my choice
Hell will be the place where I will rejoice
Meet the person that I really should be
I took a drink with the Devil
And sadly, that Devil is me