When you’re lying in your bed,
Thinking why you’re not dead yet,
Just recall with what it’s all begun.
When you’re standing ‘fore your glass,
Feeling that your life is jazz,
Just scream seeing beams of the sun.
‘Cause you do not like its light,
It does reveal all your frights.
So just try, try to die,
Get O.D.’d, end your life.
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