VERSE1:
some people call me p**y
because of this ill slit my rists
ill live in a box
and wear matching socks
year i have no live
and i dont diserve one
but ive got one now
so i might as well live it
COURUS:
shall i shoot myself tonight
or shall i take a sh**e
i could slit my rists
and never exist
does that make me stupid
im a suicide
i dont think so
ill put on a show
VERSE2
i could keep my life
or take this knife
i could drown thats right
but i see the light
i could drive into a tree
is that really the key
or shall i get layed
yer my dission in made
COURUS:
shall i shoot myself tonight
or shall i take a sh**e
i could slit my rists
and never exist
does that make me stupid
im a suicide
i dont think so
ill put on a show
VERSE3
year getting layed would be cool
but if i go theres no school
what if i stay
i might as well turn gay
finishing now would be easier
what about my dreams of being a bartender
i hate this life we have to live
i might as well see what it has to give
COURUS:
shall i shoot myself tonight
or shall i take a sh**e
i could slit my rists
and never exist
does that make me stupid
im a suicide
i dont think so
wow look its winnie the poo