Get up? Why?
When I can stay here and cry.
Come out? Why?
Let me be as I slowly die.
Go away till the end of the September season.
I locked the stupid door for a reason.
The door is locked the windows shut,
the lights are off, I'm out of luck.
My pillows wet, my mind is dark,
all hope is lost, you made your mark.
Don't drag me out into the worlds madness.
Just leave me a lone, for I'm a burrito of sadness.
I'm warped up in my sheets, their pulled up to my chin;
so just go away, your not to come in.
Don't tell me I'm loved, or that I'll again find gladness.
I'm to stay in my room as a burrito of sadness.
My heart was torn out and rubbed with salt.
Then everyone treated me as if it was my fault.
So don't talk to me about friends or family or school or classes.
Leave me alone I'm a burrito of sadness.
There is no light; there is no love -I am not whole.
So put me in the microwave then devour my soul.
Take your hand from the door; don't tell me your plan.
I don't want to hear it; I don't want to build a snowman.
Don't offer me food; you could go away though.
For I am a sad, sad, sad, burrito.
I am a Burrito of Sadness
