On a bright and sunny day, no clouds that I can see
feeling superior around self-indulgence
Even if it doesn't feel all that good you know
Still you look so joyful, being all drugged up
You try too hard to keep all your jokes gathered up
ordinary people acting like they're depressed
I'm sick of and tired of being a good guy
and always trying to cheer you up
Do you wanna die? It's OK to do so!
Nobody will care when you dissapear and fade away
Do you wanna die? Go ahead and do so!
I'm tired of listening to you whine, please go die now
"What do you know about how I'm feeling anyway?"
It would be much easier if you actually told me
"Let me be,