Don't do that and don't do this,
The things we're told from birth to death,
But all this life is **** and ****,
And charges you for every breath,
What we drink and what we eat,
What we write and what we make,
Where we go and who we meet,
What we give and what we take,
What we are and what we do,
Unless we choose the pills or knife,
The only choice left we can make,
Is when we choose to end this life.
I think there's still the remnants of teenage angst left in the back of my mind.