Do you ever wish you’d never been born?   That’s me.   That’s me.   That’s me.      My lips are parting like sweet sorrow   I taste it   I hear the whimpering   The silence, then the sigh   The little ugly voice is stifled   Underneath my body   I feel it kicking in my stomach while it dies      Ask me why dying feels so good.      Do you ever wish you’d never been born?   Ask me   Ask me   Ask me   Do you ever wish you’d never been born?   That’s me   That’s me   That’s me      The resonance becomes a fist   And numbs my face   My teeth, my backbone   I’m learning that it gets easy to shut it out   And soon the life comes leaking out   It throws in death and dies alone   Tastes like copper losing taste   Smeared on my mouth      So speak to me, my little child   You dying baby   Stooped in ink, formaldehyde   The bubbles pop   Why can’t you grow?   I want to know   Am I so far gone?   Just writhing in the dirt   I’m lost and going on