Words by: Henry Burton

Just got some candy from the candy store
Every day I go back for some more
The store owner clerk tells me it only brings death
I tell him wait for the day I feel his breath
Cause I'm gonna tell him

Don't kill me for making myself feel good
Just some candy cigarettes and candy heroin too
I need it to make myself feel like I should
Just as well as anyone my age should

I was in an abusive relationship with my step dad
So I took to candy to ease all the bad
But he'd only beat me up and steal all my candy
And burn words on my skin to show how much he loved me

Now I'm outta that but I'm still into treats
Looking out for my sweet tooth on every single street
If only my family could see me now
I might have a place to sleep inside of a house

Don't kill me for making myself feel good
Just some candy cigarettes and candy heroin too
I need it to make myself feel like I should
Just as well as anyone my age should

Some may ask why I chose the candy of death
I don't remember but now I need it to act my best
People find out and they call me insane
But the candy heroin helps me kill the pain

People say I'll go to hell when I'm at my job
I ask why because I smoke, so does god
They look offended when I unwrap another smoke
I guess it's true, different strokes for different folks

Don't kill me for making myself feel good
Just some candy cigarettes and candy heroin too
I need it to make myself feel like I should
Just as well as anyone my age could

bye dad ;(