I wonder why i am here and why im even alive
i wonder why i hate myself
just hand me that gun full of bullets and i will do the pleasure of killing myself
or better yet i will slice my skin
i will cut until i die
because no one is answering my simple little questions
someone hurry and ask why
the 1st cut is the hardest
but it makes it easier for all the rest
i'll make them in a single file
i will try and do my best
those pills will make it painless
but i wan to feel the hurt
i want to feel the most awful pain
i want to feel the worst
you have to shut up and listen
to what i have to say
i want to die
no explaining myself
i cant take it one more day
my thoughts and mistakes are unchangeable
and i will vaguely answer those questions of mine
so give me that gun with bullets, or that pill and razor
i am all prepared to die
