I can't stand my classmates!!! (well, some)
Everyday I imagine ripping their tongues and slicing them
Smashing their heads open
Break their legs
Stuff the duster down their throats
Tying them to their chairs
And duck taping their mouths
There so fucking noisy
Even when they speak its loud
They move up and down
And make a mess out of the place
I'm so annoying with their voices
It's like mosquitoes buzzing around your ear
I wanna slice their throats open
I can't even get them to fucking move
I wanna just kick them out of class
Literally
And that woman
She such a fuss
Bloody perfectionist
That thinks everything is so simple
Whatever she wants and they way she wants it
No exceptions
Why can't she just do it herself
She makes excuses yet she does the same
Hypocrite
Everything she says we should do
Contradicts to her actions and ways
Could someone just kill her
Things at home ain't that happy either
Money, money, money
We're in so much fucking debt
And when we're lacking funds
My moms gets all bitch ass wicked witch mode
I guess she has a lot of stresses
But does she have to take it out on me
When she has money she's real nice
When she's lacking she can be abusive
Sometimes she cares more about money
Than my health or emotions or anyone it the house
And dad's not doing much to earn money
He spends a lot too
I am happy that he's always occupied with meetings
Like back in the old days
At least he doesn't stay at home and rot
But he does get carried away with his friends
That he forgets his family
But that's ok, we all do the same
Days grow closer to D-day
And I'm forgetting more stuff
And I can't concentrate
And my memory is lagging
And also I sorta dunno why
but have suddenly cannot understand some things
And stuff just slip my mind
And trying to recall and going back to square one
Doesn't help anymore
I guess I'm stressing myself up till I can't function
If I don't pull myself together
I'd lose my memory when it's D-day
Can't say much about friends
Can't keep up with some
And the people that I'm sorta closer to
Either annoys me or that we don't see eye to eye
But that's find, I'm coping but sometimes
Their attitudes want me to bitch slap them
They all seem really nice
But I feel as lonely as ever
I'm still searching for someone I can connect to
Right now it's only my imaginary friends
In my imaginary life
In my imaginary world
In my imagination
In my brain
In my head
Completely fictional and unhealthy
Also consuming till I can't stop
It's on auto pilot
Now my health isn't at it's best
I'm tired all the time
Fatigued
And I can't figure out why
Been trying some stuff
Hasn't really been working
With all this shit
And all these emotions
In this crappy place
With a crappy me
It's no wonder I turned out so dis-functional
My head feels like a volcano has erupted
AHHRRGGH!!!!!!
Please just let me die and spare me all this pain
Everyday I imagine ripping their tongues and slicing them
Smashing their heads open
Break their legs
Stuff the duster down their throats
Tying them to their chairs
And duck taping their mouths
There so fucking noisy
Even when they speak its loud
They move up and down
And make a mess out of the place
I'm so annoying with their voices
It's like mosquitoes buzzing around your ear
I wanna slice their throats open
I can't even get them to fucking move
I wanna just kick them out of class
Literally
And that woman
She such a fuss
Bloody perfectionist
That thinks everything is so simple
Whatever she wants and they way she wants it
No exceptions
Why can't she just do it herself
She makes excuses yet she does the same
Hypocrite
Everything she says we should do
Contradicts to her actions and ways
Could someone just kill her
Things at home ain't that happy either
Money, money, money
We're in so much fucking debt
And when we're lacking funds
My moms gets all bitch ass wicked witch mode
I guess she has a lot of stresses
But does she have to take it out on me
When she has money she's real nice
When she's lacking she can be abusive
Sometimes she cares more about money
Than my health or emotions or anyone it the house
And dad's not doing much to earn money
He spends a lot too
I am happy that he's always occupied with meetings
Like back in the old days
At least he doesn't stay at home and rot
But he does get carried away with his friends
That he forgets his family
But that's ok, we all do the same
Days grow closer to D-day
And I'm forgetting more stuff
And I can't concentrate
And my memory is lagging
And also I sorta dunno why
but have suddenly cannot understand some things
And stuff just slip my mind
And trying to recall and going back to square one
Doesn't help anymore
I guess I'm stressing myself up till I can't function
If I don't pull myself together
I'd lose my memory when it's D-day
Can't say much about friends
Can't keep up with some
And the people that I'm sorta closer to
Either annoys me or that we don't see eye to eye
But that's find, I'm coping but sometimes
Their attitudes want me to bitch slap them
They all seem really nice
But I feel as lonely as ever
I'm still searching for someone I can connect to
Right now it's only my imaginary friends
In my imaginary life
In my imaginary world
In my imagination
In my brain
In my head
Completely fictional and unhealthy
Also consuming till I can't stop
It's on auto pilot
Now my health isn't at it's best
I'm tired all the time
Fatigued
And I can't figure out why
Been trying some stuff
Hasn't really been working
With all this shit
And all these emotions
In this crappy place
With a crappy me
It's no wonder I turned out so dis-functional
My head feels like a volcano has erupted
AHHRRGGH!!!!!!
Please just let me die and spare me all this pain
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