~u know I don't own nny, nor this song. Corey Taylor and the band stone sour own it, so now that this is all cleared up let the fic begin!!! ~(done somewhat like the actual video but not too much.)

* Johnny sits in front of a cracked dirty mirror, glancing at his reflection*

Wish I was too dead to cry My self-affliction fades Stones to throw at my creator Masochists to which I cater

*Johnny watches as his reflection begins to talk back to him *

You don't need to bother; I don't need to be I'll keep slipping farther But once I hold on, I won't let go 'til it bleeds

*He stands up and walks over to two little Styrofoam men *

Wish I was too dead to care If indeed I cared at all Never had a voice to protest So you fed me shit to digest I wish I had a reason; my flaws are open season For this, I gave up trying One good turn deserves my dying

*He kicks one of them across the room and walks over to a nearby table and sits down *

You don't need to bother; I don't need to be I'll keep slipping farther But once I hold on, I won't let go 'til it bleeds

* He picks up his die-ary and begins to write frantically *

Wish I'd died instead of lived A zombie hides my face Shell forgotten with its memories Diaries left with cryptic entries

*Slamming the book shut he gets back up *

And you don't need to bother; I don't need to be I'll keep slipping farther But once I hold on, I won't let go 'til it bleeds

*He walks back in front of the mirror *

You don't need to bother; I don't need to be I'll keep slipping farther But once I hold on... I'll never live down my deceit

*His reflection reaches through the mirror and grabs his neck, then everything goes black *