(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