K. Hanson - The Box lyrics

[Verse 1:] Dear family and friends, this is the end I'm tired of living in the land of pretend Where I pretend I'm happy, pretend I'm okay But when I put this gun to my chin, no shame My brains flew out the back of my scalp You can laugh if you want to, brag or pout Either way I don't care, I finally made it out From the pain, me and Kurt Cobain we took the same route I don't want a funeral, no cremation Just let me rot there through all the procreation Cause if there was one, nobody won't even say sh** No eulogies, just a bunch of "Ohp, he's wasted"s Who would miss me and who would be glad Guess I'll find out tonight when the cat's out the bag Cause all it takes is a little click-click, cabang Then I'm over, no more corrupted thoughts in my brain [Hook:] Tonight - is the end of my life No more fun it's the end of my ride Re-reaching out to my friends man I tried Now I will be gone by the end of the night Midnight - is the end and I hope You realize I was at the end of my rope Staring down the tip of the barrel Pulling the trigger, my time is narrow [Verse 2:] And when I pull it, fragments out the back of my mullet I'm happy as ever, ended my life to the fullest Don't be sad, just think of the times we had Before I was just another crime-scene splat Before I was on the sidewalk, outlined in chalk Because I blew myself away, my mind is shot My time is not tickin' anymore Not drowning in my sorrow, feet not kickin' anymore Now my cranium's leaking, stickin' to the floor Because my motherf**ing heart was ripped to the core I was sickened and sore, slippin' wicked and more My wrist is just scarred and ripped so I pick it apart I was ripped and torn what you missin' me for? Now I walked into God's gates and slipped in the door Or burning in hell's flames hear him fricken just roar You can even hear me scream if you listen real hard [Hook] [Verse 3:] I guess I'm sorry, my brain is fried At the bottom of the coffin contained inside Sometimes I hear the pitter patter when it rains at night And I miss it, really it's a shame I died Cause down here it's no different then up there If not worse, at least I could feel pain and stuff there I feel nothing and I can't even move I can't even play, so I can't even lose To feel pain or great man I can't even choose Dirt inside my mouth that I can't even chew A wrist next to my ribs that I can't even wound A heart inside my chest that I can't even use I literally do nothing but sit in the dark With no sound, not even the beat of my heart If I could go back I would still be alive I would've put the gun down and continued with life [Hook]