No one would notice if I didn't show up one day.
They would never care that I had passed away.
I'll commit suicide and never see one tear
Then again, life was my only fear.
I take the gun and put it to my head without care.
I pull the trigger and blood flies everywhere.
Flies and hits the celiing, the floor, the wall.
But it's okay, since I don't matter at all.
It's pretty pathetic when you refuse to live your life,
And all your problems disappear with one stab of a knife.
 
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