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