I'm sorry I annoy,
That I'm not up to date,
I feel like such a ploy,
And I know so much hate.

I know that you don't like me,
I know I'm second best,
But I'd prefer if I at least see,
Somebody who's not like the rest.

So I'll slice up my wrist,
To take the pain away,
I'll feel death's kiss,
And fail to live another day.

Now it'll take a little time,
I'm somebody easy to miss,
But I think everybody will be fine,
As long as ignorance remains bliss.