""I just can't take it anymore. I've got a gun in my mouth with my head on the floor. I just can't take it anymore. I'm losing all of my friends got nothing left to live for. I sit alone and I can't help but think \""why?\"" my f*cking friends have to die all in the blink of an eye. Wishing that I could push these feelings aside but I'm too f*cked up inside cause I just couldn't say bye. Dead friends dead ends. It all begins to blend and now I can't make amends. Now I'm just waiting for my shitty f*cking life to end. How did it come to this? Why don't you come and grant my motherf*cking death wish. This fear of growing up has been wearing me thin and I can't pretend that I'm comfortable in my own skin. I'd pray to god if he'd listen but he's too busy with his children. So I run with the devil because he gets it. They say repent for your sins but I'm too busy fitting in. Aren't you sick of fighting battles you can never win? I just can't take it anymore. I've got a gun in my mouth with my head on the floor. I just can't take it anymore. I'm losing all of my friends got nothing left to live for. I don't give a damn what path I choose they say it's easy to stray when you've got nothing to lose. I don't give a damn what path I choose I'll f*cking take my own life. Yeah what's it to you? The fear of growing up has worn me too thin and I have never been so uncomfortable in my own skin. SHITLIFE.""