Is it really hating life, that makes me act like this
Or is it something else, something I should miss
I think I know the answer, I never thought before
Now it's just so clear, as I lay upon the floor
I concentrate above me, I peer into the sky
Just who the hell will be there, the day I finally die?

I don't want to outlive, any of my peers
I don't want to go through, any of my fears
I'm afraid that I'll die, after my few friends
Then no one will miss me, when my life finally ends
I guess that means I'm jealous, I guess that means I'm wrong
I guess that means I'm no one, my friendships won't last long

So I'll be alone, when I meet demise
But that is okay, because I am no prize
What's taking it so long, I'm tired of living here
I can sense it coming, I can sense it's near
I deserve just what I get, I deserve nothing but hate
I deserve how they treat me, I'm prepared to meet my fate

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