Mi6 - How To Be An Idiot Lyrics
another morning still in bed, so many thoughts run through my head,self-motivating not to bei stayed up late the night before, to contimplate and self absorb,there is no answer i can seeknowing my life sucks to meyesterday i wrote another goodbye notei took a razor and i tried to cut my throatbut i missed a dull blade one of my first signsi found a plastic bag to wrap around my headit was a little small i killed the cat insteadthat little bastard's suppose to live another 8 more timeswhat's wrong with my mindprozac for the way you feel, makes your body so surealhaving one with wine is just the tricktook a lighter to a can of raid, drinking drain-o lemonaideand all it did was make me really sickbut i don't care, my whole damn life seems so unfairdo you know what might be wrong with mehere in my own hell, they say that i don't look so welldo you know how lonely it can beknowing my life sucks to metoday i'm feeling down, like most of the timei called another dam suicide hot lineand the girl on the phone didn't really carei said i'd end my life, but it always falls aparti couldn't get my brand new car to start.the disappointments more than i can bare.opened up the oven door, laid down on the kitchen floorand only burned my elbows on the rackjumped out of a flying plane, you'd think that i might be insanebut i forgot my chute was on my backi tied a knot and pulled it through, and broke the ceiling fan in twoit only made me dizzy for a bitnow i'm burried underground, and everyone just stands around mygrave stone with the caption "idiot"
