Oh My Goth

I know I prefer to hurt
It seems to comfort me and burn
I never asked for it - question.
I never wanted it to end
I know that I die gracefully in vain
I know inside deteriorates in pain
You're such a part of me
I can't believe it's real
I crawl in my black box to hide
I welcome misery with pride
Takes turns in whipping me I bleed
Enjoy the fantasy and greed
Oh my Goth!
Subject me to your world
Oh My Goth!
Take pleasure in my hurt