You better ******* sprint your *** towards that exit sign,
And grab your god by the hair,
Because after a while everybody just nods and doesn't really listen,
And everybody's sorry but doesn't really care.
I'm so sad but I can't even care enough to cry,
For myself or for all my **** on my shoulders.
I may not carry the weight of the world but I carry the weight of mine,
And that's enough to bury me six feet under in emotions,
So that should tell you a little bit about me.
People stand around muttering about kids these days,
When we actually try really hard to be good people,
But they set up a world for us that never lets us win; or lets everybody win.
And that's why we smoke **** and get drunk so we can just be happy for a little while.
And that's why we cut ourselves; for trying our hardest but not succeeding.
We never feel like we are enough for anyone, not even ourselves.
Mom and Dad are slamming the back door screaming about grades,
And our friends pretend they give a **** when they don't.
People in black stand around crying about all the young people dying,
Because when your body's in a coffin, suddenly everybody is nodding and really listening,
And everybody is saying how sorry they are and actually meaning it.
Mom and Dad and all our friends can't stop sobbing how much they loved us.
I tried ******* sprinting for the exit sign so I could live a good life but there was too much in the way.
So I'll be in the bathtub carving my own exit sign, out of my wrists and razors.
I'll grab my god by the hair and scream in his face because I only got one chance at this,
And I didn't even get to live.