I think I've got a problem   it just came walking through my door   carrying a pillow   with clothes laid out all over my floor   so i proceed to ask him   what the hell are you doing in my room   he said I'm your new roomate and   I'm your new friend      If you don't die soon I'll kill myself   anything to get me out   when I come home i pray your not here   treasure the time that we don't share   if you never come back I'd never care   just please stay out of my life      I think I'm in denial   pretending that he does not exist   I know that it cant last long   when I'malways cleaning up his mess   using up the phone line   and always playing that stupid game   I would like to suffer   as long as I know that he is suffering      well now I solved the problem   cut off his head and rolled it down the street   I think its kind of funny   to see his head disconnected from his feet   settle down and stay cool   thats what I try and tell myself   just 6 more months   and I'll be out of this hell