I'm tired of living,
I'm not even giving,
I'll sit back and cry,
Probably even die.

I hate everything about me,
Might as well not even be,
I'm gonna die anyway,
But I'm tired of waiting on that day.

Don't talk, don't look,
I've seen it all in a book,
She's such a f***ing whore,
F*** everything I have, now I want more.

Someone's trying to tell me why,
Like now I have the time to try,
My hand writing's awful, I can't even think,
I'm so f***ed up now, I need a shrink.

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