Dark life living inside of me
It scares me to see
What might be inside of me
I sometimes find the key
To the door that will never open
And there I cry waiting for the monster to die
Die, die, die cancer
I wish you would be dead.
I lay in my hospital bed waiting for you to die
But sometimes you are still there
I hear you saying
Come with me to your death
And there I cry and scream for you to die
Die, die, die cancer
I beg of you to die
For my sake
Just die
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