I hope you know I'm losing my ******* mind
copy and pasting myself to an early grave
here's the shovel
here's the gun
here's the bullets
**** that trigger feels awfully nice
ctrl+c
ctrl+v
is this what hell is?
stuck in a cubicle
endless and tedious
doing everything
and accomplishing nothing
ctrl+c
ctrl+v
I can't handle being left
alone with my thoughts
this long
it's no good for the soul
too many mistakes
prancing around
teasing the imagination
showing you every bad decision
and they won't leave you alone
because you know they're right
because you don't sleep at night
because everything is not how
it was supposed to be
all you want is a full night's sleep
instead everything is
copied and pasted
your whole reality
is made up of interactions
copied and pasted
throughout your memories
ctrl+c
ctrl+v
here's the shovel
here's the gun
here's the bullet
you know what to do