From this world, when I’m gone,
Will anybody miss me?
I know it’s too much to ask for,
But would anybody weep for me?
Will someone feel a vacancy in their heart?
As though someone left a hole.
Wake up in the night with a start,
Thinking “Of nice guys, he was the sole”.
I guess it’s too much to ask for,
None will ever feel that way.
Like for the bad men of yore,
“He was the worst of all” they will say.
I seem to have a talent for pissing people off,
Make them all riled up and angry.
Makes them want to dispose of me straight off,
Because all I do is put them in agony.
I’m not going to heaven, I know that.
There are people more deserving than I do.
I’m worse than the lowliest rat,
Not even fit to clean their loo.
Maybe I’ll be going to hell,
Meet Lucifer and his demon horde.
Spend my time suffering pell-mell,
Fiery brimstone, onto me poured.
Once again I present my case.
Will anyone miss me when I’m gone?
My whole life has been such a waste.
Wherever I go, I will be alone.