And dropping acid
Huffing gas
Still no panic
The world still spins
I'm still here
But my life is shit
Nothing tragic
Just a few brain cells
Snuff out my feeling
I don't want to die
But living costs too much
You never loved me enough
Should just read a comic
Sit back and feel the razor cut
Across my wrist
To feel anything, that is
So starting round two
And what else can I do
To myself, only myself
Short of killing myself
With nothing left
I know what to do
Do something that you wouldn't do
