I feel so alone. So utterly unwanted.
Rejected. Then selected; to lead a life of worthlessness.
I hold in my hand a knife;
the knife that may take my life.
But nobody cares.
Attention peoples! I hate myself!
I want to die. My life has no meaning.
Should I gash at my skin? Should I die?
Should I commit suicide?
Why not? Nobody cares.
Will it hurt? Will I finally br happy?
I'm tired of fakeing happiness. I want to die.
It will take away the pain of life,
my trusty, rusty butter knife.
Why am I bitching? Nobody cares.
Uh-oh, deppressing song
makes me realize my life is wrong
makes me realize I should be gone
my life should not be lingering on.
But nobody cares.
Blood. What a relieving feeling.
Darkness. Holes in my flesh.
Sheets getting wet, mind going crazy.
I'd jump up and down, but I'm too fucking lazy
(so they say). But nobody cares.
None give a flying fuck about me.
It's so difficult to understand. Was it my fault?
What made the happiness wash away?
Why couldn't it want to stay?
Maybe it doesn't care either, who knows?
Who cares? What cares? Nothing cares about me.
Nothing. Does that count? Can I say it cares?
No, you stupuid bitch. Nothing is nothing.
Now I don't talk to people. Ihave nothing to say
I used to be happy, but it all went away.
But, nothing cares.
Attention bitches of humanity!! I have decided
that feelings suck! 'Cause in the end of everything,
noone gives a fuck. Bury them. Bury them all.
Bury hate, joy, happiness, depression and, love.
Bury love the deepet 'cause it can hurt you a lot
it's a back stabbing bastard whom deserves to be shot.
But why do I bother? Nobody cares.