Why does it hurt so bad?
Why am I in pain?
Why do I feel so sad?
From love I have nothing to gain
I think that life is not for me
It hurts me too much
Suicide is my answer
Who will miss me when I'm gone?
I'm not feeling sorry for myself
It's just the way things are
Dead inside, numb from hurt
I want the hurt to stop
One less person for you to bitch abot
One less topic for gossip
One more 'friend' to mourn
One more topic for gossip
Why did she do that?
Why did she wear that?
Why did she do her hair like that?
Why do I even care?
I drive along and the river is high
So easy to crash into and die
I'd be dead by the time they pulled me out
The open car windows would ensure that
I'm sorry to the ducks for causing them a flap
I'm sorry to the swans as well
I'm sorry I messed up your life
And I'm sorry I messed up mine.
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