Unhappy with the world in which you live

You feel like shit, you wanna die

Well who the fuck is stopping you

From taking your miserable life?



Finger on the trigger

Of the gun against your head

Should you really do it?

Will we miss you when you're dead?

You're looking for advice

And I've got some for you



Kill yourself

I don't care about you

Go fuck yourself

You were born to lose