No TitleYou're going to be sorry in the end,Isn't that what you said?Well look how sorry I am now,I'm laughing while your dead.You said thanks,Thanks for cutting,Thanks for depression,and thanks for all of this fucking shit.Well what did thanks get you?It only got you one thing,But hey, atleast that one thing you'll never forget.You're dead and your rotting,Maggots coming from your eyes,You never said your sorries,Not to my surprise.Thanks for everything,I'll say my thanks now that your gone.I'll see you in hell,I promise our time away will not be long.You said you were sick of me,sick of everything I could do.