Doctor, in plain english; tell me— why was I chosen? Why me, of all men? Doctor, here's the good part; At least death means I'll never be scared about dying again.
Death's a funny pal; with a weird sort of talent. He puts his arms around my neck, And walks me to the bed.. He pins me up against the wall, And kisses me like crazy; The many stupid things I thought about with dread; Now delight.
