If I was immortal, I’d lose my mind
If I committed suicide, would that be unkind?
If I won the lottery, I’d go mad
If I died tomorrow, would it be so bad?
If I wrote a book, It would be a fantasy
If I went to heaven, you’d be in ecstacy

But I’m staying as I am,
You haven’t got the better of me.
I hate you for what you’ve done,
Blaming it all on me.

Inside you’re so confused,
By the voices in your head,
Contradicting your decision,
You might as well be dead.

If I was to complain, you wouldn’t care.
If I was to confess, would any body be there?
If I went insane, would it be a surprise?
If I actually tried, would there be a compromise?
If I changed my ways, would I still be on the shelf?
If I was nice to you, could I live with myself?

But I’m staying as I am,
You haven’t got the better of me.
I hate you for what you’ve done,
Blaming it all on me.

Inside you’re so confused,
By the voices in your head,
Contradicting your decision,
You might as well be dead.

You always think that you’re right,
But you’re always wrong.
You don’t care about the world,
Or what you’ve done.