do u ever sit here and ask yourself , wtf am I doing ?
am a failure ,I don't own a buggati
am an embarrassment , I don't own a mansion
am pathetic , I am not famous and rich
why ? All my friends have it together
they know wat they r doing
they look so sure , am I the only one who is lost ?
secretly I have a lot of wishes , some of them are dark
I think of becoming a quack , a quack doctor
maybe poison a patient or two
or become a scientist , and create a human whos blue
a man made of glue
who lives in an igloo
it probably wont have a loo
and he will probably be very cruel ,
it all crazy I know
seeds of despair and death I sow
am like a murderer , on death row
and I see my friends ,all of them , they r dead too
we sit and we laugh but I know they are dead as dead as me
despite all my wishes ,I have one wish
don't tell anybody ,come closer
do u also ever wish to wake up tomorrow and just find yourself dead
u know , like u aren't breathing ,your hands are cold
your eyes are open and your mouth full of mould
your ears are pale and your limbs are limp
don't you think it would be pleasant ?
Anyway what do I know , am already dead
part of the laughing dead
