(If the idea of death or losing someone scares you, or if you would prefer to not see something disturbing today, I recommend you look away) I hear someone’s not doing well, that they may be a little sick And in my head before I can stop it the movie starts playing They’ll be dead maybe, in a month, or a week And yeah the idea definitely scares me, but I’m a psychopath so I find how I can benefit I see myself going through the stages of grief Crying, denying, disassociating from it all And maybe I’ll get pity after a while Get to do something fun Find my story on the Internet and I get to meet a star It’s a stupid reward And I hate myself for thinking of this For thinking of the loss of a loved one as a tool to get what I want So I try to shut down the idea as fast as possible I’ve read too many sad books with satisfying endings, To get this kind of stuff in my head And I try to ignore it But I still know I thought it And now you do too