You say you hate life.

I'm laughing so hard,

I can't stand it,

I can't stand you.

Saying you have a horrible burden to bear,

Running ink across your skin,

Mimicking the things you love and hate,

Thinking you're something you're not,

You couldn't even take up a razor,

You can't even stop smiling,

That burden seeming to fizzle from your vision and disappear.

Cold is gripping me,

As I think of your ignorance, your futility,

You're not even worth it.

Not worth anything.

I'm not worth anything.

I'm not worth anything.

Anything...

I see the razor...

I bring it to my lips,

Sparing my final death kiss...

...Before I make it all fade away...