sittin in my room, starin out da window at da moon,
in a state of gloom, heads like someone blowin a balloon,
hate waitin for da boom, thinkin sucicide soon,
hands together like the strike of noon, destiny feels doomed,
cant tune it out, hav no doubt dat losings my route,
got choices like an intersection, but da direction im goin is south,
so i hide myself in dis house, feel like never leaven dis couch,
wanna reach out, but i feel as wanted as a fuckin brussel sprout,
shuffle nd shout in my sleep, wake up nd snuffle nd weep,
dats enuff ta feel weak, but i burry dat shit deep,
wipe da tears from my cheek nd then i find my feat,
hold my head high, put on dis smile nd hit da street,
like someone who wont eat meat, feel im only livin half my life,
never got to da point were my wrists were scarred from dis knife,
but the act nd thought of it are alike, like a golfer nd a dyke, (think about it)
now im jus like, Fuck polite, im runnin a fuckin muck tonite,
bout ta lose my mind, shits been builden up for quite some time,
fuck skewl, i resign, and fuck workin part-time,
ima sit on da doll, sit ere eatin chips nd dip, nd unwind,
tell my coach ta eat a dick dat prick, tellin me ta sit on da pine,
im gettin wound up, im sorry, ive lost da plot, im gone,
sittin in a libary, wit my cock in a sock, watchin porn,
speedin past da cop shop, flippin da bird while beepin da horn,
get out pass out on da floor, tell doc, these pills, i need more, ive swallowed dem all!