I wake up in the morning with no reason to be alive/
So I load up my gun and put in bullet #5/
It's routine now, I do it every morning/
I got it down so that it's so fucking boring/
But I put it away as I've been doing for years/
I put it away through the pain of the tears/
I'm to much of a coward to pull the trigger/
And the pain in my heart grows bigger and bigger/
The pain that I feel everytime I get hit/
Everytime a girl says "No chance Kid!"/
Everytime a fucker calls me queer/
Everytime I stay home, because of the fear/
No one has listened to the signs that I gave/
Not when I threatened to kill a kid in a bloody rage/
Not when I turned in my rhyme "Disturbed"/
No one cared about the fucking herb/
So I sit here wishing to die/
"No one cares" I say as I cry/
But I ain't scared anymore cause I gotta plan/
This'll be my last fight, my final stand/
Cause I ain't gonna take this shit anymore/
And I'll knock you out R-Lo like I did before/
But this time, he won't fucking wake up/
I'll put my gun to his head and say, "You fucked up!"/
I'll get at everyone who put me down/
The girls, the bullies, won't make another sound/
See they'll kill me, but I'm already dead/
And I hope they drive a bullet right through my head/
Something I could never do by myself/
I'll get it done with a little bit of help/
But I'm too much of a coward to get it done/
Fuck, I don't even know how to work my gun/
So I'll sit here and wish to die/
Through the pain of my tears I sit here and cry/
But I'll cry no more very soon you see/
I can't work a gun, but I can kick a box out from under me./

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