ThE pLaN

Nobody even cares
if i sit alone and cry
I'm not happy anymore
but then again i don't even try

i don't even care
if people know
that i cut my wrists
to watch the blood flow

everything makes me sad
when nothings even wrong
and when I'm all by myself
the minutes seem so long

i wanna go away
nobody wants me here
i think it'd be better
if i was nowhere near

i got a plan
this plans gonna kill
it all starts
with my popping a pill

ill then drink some bleach
and maybe eat a match
then you can throw me away
like a piece of trash

the whole thing will pass
just give it a day or two
you'll get over me
like i got over you