sadness covered by the facade that everything's okay when it's not;
Death in the back of my mind;
As I slowly **** time and unwind;
I guess I start to feel fine;
I go back in this same sad state;
Now I'm irate;
Angry at the world and myself;
I just load the gun and wanna shoot myself;
Get rid of all this pain and suffering;
Start a new life and be happy;
The real question is after all this;
Do you wanna be happy?