A G I want to wake up in your white, white sun A G I want to wake up in your world with no pain A G But Iʼll just suffer in a hope to die someday F# F E7 While you are numb all of the way G B When you hate it you know you can feel but G F# B A When you love it you know itʼs not real A No A G And I am resigned to this wicked fucking world A G On its way to hell A The living are dead and G I hope to join them too F# F E7 I know what to do and I di it well... When you hate it you know you can feel but When you love it you know itʼs not real No B D Shoot myself to love you If I loved myself Iʼd be shooting you
