When I'm down in the dumps,

I just wanna do one thing.

If I tell you that thing, then you must promise

Not to tell anyone else... ...

I....want.... to.......

Scream my fucking lungs,

And cry a fucking stream.

I wanna slice it and slaughter it,

Bite it and clobber it,

Until my nerves are calm.

Sometimes I just fucking hate myself

Not always for a reason

At alllll

Why can't I just leave this concious plane of existence right now?

My life is horrible as it is.

Twisting, turning, doing flips.

Oooooooh

!AAAAAAAAAAAA!