I think I'm tired
My emotions are all "hay-wired"
Now I really want a razor
Cuz my hope's gettin hazier
You'll try to change my fate
But it'll already be to late
When you find me in my room
You'll go down with a *boom*
And at that rate
You'll be filled with hate
On how much pain was caused to me
You'll blame it on yourself
You'll think "it's all my fault", it may seem
But I'll keep you in mind
And leave my life behind
Cuz I have nothing to live for
I feel like a sick, dirty, whore
So I'll just load up my gun
And have my last moments of
FUN
