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This feeling of numbness, just a phase
You'll get older, you'll change your ways
Teenage suicide, how cliche!
But i don't want to live another day

The clothes i wear, the music i choose
For many of you, it's simply a ruse
Oh another "emo", what a shame
I'm tired of these childish games

You're not "cool", you never were
And of something else, I've never been more sure
You want originality, I'll give you something new
Have you figured it out, or do you need another clue?

A razor, a noose, anything to do the trick
If you can't tell, I'm really quite sick
I'm sick of your games, sick of the lies
I'll leave you to deal with the results of my early (yet expected) demise