I'm diseased. Struck with melancholy and a deadbeat dad who never said sorry I'm diseased, I'm diseased. The roots have poisoned the tree So all I ask is that you take it easy on me I've got a whole lot of questions that will never get answered And a pair of slit wrists to match a heart filled with cancer There's a bastard in my blood that's clawing to get out But every now and again he escapes through my mouth I wasn't worth your time. But really I'm fine I've been like this my whole life Wrist always pressed to the knife I swear I'm okay, I know everybody dies I just wish we could have said our hello's before we said our goodbyes I'll keep singing this lullaby And try my hardest not to curse your name with tears in my eyes Because I swear that I'm fine I'm fine I can't miss what wasn't mine You were never my dad, and really that's fine A livid existence Where my thoughts are constricted Happiness restricted from a person gone missing That's a 10-57, and I'm a 10-56 So all I dream about is heaven, even though I'm sick I'm a monster without a father An embarrassment to my mother So it's no wonder that I'm going under Why don't you love your son? Your pride and joy, I love you dad Why don't you love your son?