Some

say,

now

suf-

fer

all

the

child-

ren

And

walk

a-

way

a

sa-

vior,

Or

a

mad-

man

and

pol-

lu-

ted

From

gut-

ter

in-

sti-

tu-

tions.

Don't

you

breathe

for

me,

Un-

de-

serv-

ing

of

your

sym-

pat-

hy,

'Cause

there

ain't

no

way

that

I'm

sor-

ry

for

what

I

did.

And

through

it

all

How

could

you

cry

for

me?

'Cause

I

don't

feel

bad

a-

bout

it.

So

shut

your

e-

yes,

Kiss

me

good-

bye,

And

sleep.

Just

sleep.

The

hard-

est

part

is

let-

ting

go

of

Your

dreams.

A

drink

for

the

hor-

ror

that

I'm

in,

For

the

good

guys,

and

the

bad

guys,

For

the

mon-

sters

that

I've

been.

Three

cheers

for

ty-

ran-

ny,

Un-

a-

po-

lo-

ge-

tic

a-

path-

y,

'Cause

there

ain't

no

way

that

I'm

com-

ing

back

a-

gain.

And

through

it

all

How

could

you

cry

for

me?

'Cause

I

don't

feel

bad

a-

bout

it.

So

shut

your

e-

yes,

Kiss

me

good-

bye,

And

sleep.

Just

sleep.

The

hard-

est

part

The

aw-

ful

things

that

I've

seen.

Just

sleep.

Just

sleep.

Just

sleep.

Just

sleep.

Just

sleep.

Just

sleep.