My Death Will Sting

I'm locked in this jail cell
That you call a home
I'm always tempted to just tell
I never fall asleep at night
I lie awake
Listening to you two fight
I'll sometimes cry
Myself to sleep
Wondering when I will get my turn to die
When it comes will the angels sing
Will they praise my death
Or will my last words sting
Someone else's heart
Or will my last words fall apart
Will they make it to my one true love
I can't remember if it's a pigeon or a dove
I hope you remember one last thing
I'll make sure my death will sting.