Whenever I'm alone
my mind seems to roam
about the past
and how the good memories never last
I lay on my bed listening to music
realizing how I'm becoming so lucid
people don't notice me as much
like I'm a ghost and such
Invisible to practically everyone
maybe I just need to buy myself a shotgun
what would it matter if one person out of this planet dies?
I'm sure no one will cry
It's just hard to stay alive,
emotions going into overdrive
Maybe I should listen to my thoughts for once
cause I'm nothing but a dunce
End it all in one blow,
life is nothing but a living horror show