I get up in the morning
Knowing unlike Most
That it is my last day on this earth
For it has been planned for months
Nothing can stop me this time.
I thought something could
But then it went away
So I had no reason to live anymore
As soon as they go to bed
Then that's the last they'll ever see of me
Why don't they get me anymore?
They don't seem to care
What they understand
Is that today is they're last chance
After tonight
No more of me
No more fights with me
No more lies from me
No more of other people's shit to me from other
No more of anything
Finally No More
Why did They Make me resort to this?
I have five words for you:
"I hate you all! Good bye!"