so i won't be sad, mad or frustrated
i'll be lonely, yes, but am i not used to this?
the state i'm in is just too promising
i have that splinter in my mind, y'know, it tells me where i fall and how i fail
and it counts every second of my hostile apathy, enjoing it
and the people, those certain people, are just not making it any better
so what's the point, i ask
what's the point? may lie down and continue doing nothing in a comfy coffin
like someone cares
well
i hear it and i see all too well
and you know what
i just don't care anymore
i might have been dead for years already, so what
doesn't change anything
i just want to leave and live alone, i'll be happy on my own~
nobody cares
fucking nobody
and thats the best part.
it's been qeen's birthday, fags, cheers