Bored To Death

You get so sick of the same thing
Everyday of your life,
You get so bored.
You just want to grab for that knife.

It's practically mocking you,
Sun gleaming in your eyes.
Your at home all alone again,
No surprise.

What to do? What to do?
T.V's lost it's fun,
How about we play a game,
With daddy's old gun?

Razor blade, Razor blade....
Nah, thats to much mess.
Dress up nice and pretty now in mummy's new bought dress.

How to die? How to die?
Life is much to dull.
When all the colours of life have faded
And the world has gone to hell.

Bored to death, Bored to death,
As I reach for that piece of rope.
This should be strong enough,
I hope this doesn't hurt.

Bored to death, Bored to death,
What a great saying.
Now to make it a fact
And show the pain I'm feeling.

Hold the rope then let it go,
How hard can it be?
One last look at the ground,
My body hanging from a tree.