Tytuł: How To Be An Idiot

• Wykonawca: MI6
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another morning still in bed, so many thoughts run through my head,
  self-motivating not to be
  i stayed up late the night before, to contimplate and self absorb,
  there is no answer i can see
  knowing my life sucks to me
  yesterday i wrote another goodbye note
  i took a razor and i tried to cut my throat
  but i missed a dull blade one of my first signs
  i found a plastic bag to wrap around my head
  it was a little small i killed the cat instead
  that little bastard's suppose to live another 8 more times
  what's wrong with my mind
  prozac for the way you feel, makes your body so sureal
  having one with wine is just the trick
  took a lighter to a can of raid, drinking drain-o lemonaide
  and all it did was make me really sick
  
  but i don't care, my whole damn life seems so unfair
  do you know what might be wrong with me
  here in my own hell, they say that i don't look so well
  do you know how lonely it can be
  knowing my life sucks to me
  
  today i'm feeling down, like most of the time
  i called another dam suicide hot line
  and the girl on the phone didn't really care
  i said i'd end my life, but it always falls apart
  i 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 floor
  and only burned my elbows on the rack
  jumped out of a flying plane, you'd think that i might be insane
  but i forgot my chute was on my back
  
  i tied a knot and pulled it through, and broke the ceiling fan in two
  it only made me dizzy for a bit
  now i'm burried underground, and everyone just stands around my
  grave stone with the caption "idiot"