Another morning still in bed, So many thoughts run through my head, Self-motivating not to be I stayed up late the night before, To contimplate and self absorb, There is no answer i can see Knowing my life sucks to me Yesterday i wrote another goodbye note I took a razor and i tried to cut my throat But i missed a dull blade one of my first signs I found a plastic bag to wrap around my head It was a little small i killed the cat instead That little bastard's suppose to live another 8 more times What's wrong with my mind Prozac for the way you feel, makes your body so sureal Having one with wine is just the trick Took a lighter to a can of raid, drinking drain-o lemonaide And all it did was make me really sick But i don't care, my whole damn life seems so unfair Do you know what might be wrong with me Here in my own hell, they say that i don't look so well Do you know how lonely it can be Knowing my life sucks to me Today i'm feeling down, like most of the time I called another dam suicide hot line And the girl on the phone didn't really care I said i'd end my life, but it always falls apart I couldn't get my brand new car to start. The disappointments more than i can bare. Opened up the oven door, laid down on the kitchen floor And only burned my elbows on the rack Jumped out of a flying plane, you'd think that i might be insane But i forgot my chute was on my back I tied a knot and pulled it through, and broke the ceiling fan in two It only made me dizzy for a bit Now i'm burried underground, and everyone just stands around my Grave stone with the caption "idiot"