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I'm sick of my life
I just want it to end
Sometimes I feel alone
Without a single friend
I try and try to do what's right
I try to get along with my family
Every conversation becomes a fight
I can't take it anymore
Pretty soon I'm gonna crack

I'm sick of my parents
Saying I'm a waste of air
I gave up along time ago
I no longer care
Maybe they're right
Maybe I am useless
And nothing but a bum
What if they're right
I agree that I'm dumb
I'm not smart I never use my head
So now I sit with a gun to my brain
And blood from my cuts on my bed

So I say good-bye to this world
I know I wont be missed
Just know that before I pull the trigger
I leave here alone and pissed
So to the world I say one last thing
Screw off I no longer feel my pain