Lately, I've been wondering
how many of my friends notice that I'm dying.
If I were to [finally] pull the trigger,
who would be surprised?
Who would have seen it coming all along?
I don't see how it's a big secret.
I've been living this same nightmare
for the past three months.
And I haven't been hiding my unhappiness
this time.
Why don't they love me enough to shake me
and say that I'm fucking stupid?
Why don't my friends love me enough
to tell me what I need to hear
instead of what they [wrongly] think
I want to hear?
I just want to know that there's an end to this
that doesn't have my brains across the pavement.
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