Mom, mom, you know what I’m thinking
I’m thinking that black really is your color
I’m sick
Sick of lying
I’m bored
Bored of crying
I’m cold
And I feel like I’m old, so old
Life sucks
I’m so confused
I’m fucked
Victimized, scrutinized
No no no no
This isn’t funny so
Will you listen to me honey?
Suicide
Suicide
Is suicide the answer?
Suicide
Suicide
Is suicide
Is it the answer?
The answer
I’m tired, I’m cold, I’m all alone
I’m belittled and I’m berated
I’m scared and stalled
So let me go, let me go
Living is a little overrated
Well I’ll be damned and go to hell
Some say I’m an abomination
Well if I’m damned man
That’s just swell
It can’t hurt this boy’s reputation
Suicide, suicide
Is suicide the answer?
Suicide, suicide, suicide
Is it the answer?
The answer
I’m sick I’m tired I’m uninspired
I’m sick I’m tired I’m uninspired
Humiliated by my affections
Bored with meditation
Fed up with psychotherapy
While waiting for god’s interpretation
Mutilating my attractions
Justifying my existence
So you feel safe
Fuck you
Fuck you
What was the question?
Well you can forget the question
It’s time to die