It's funny that i'm still alive
I thought that i'd be dead
Through drug abuse, a hang man's noose
A bullet through my head
I'm waiting for this life to die
For all this pain to cease
All alone i've lived my life
Now give me pine box peace
Isolated in hollowness
I sat in the dark to hide
Rejection, failure, even sartre's "no exit"
The sign said "suicide"... it's a joke
I'm afraid, i'm terrified so i'll get myself a girl
Still she shot me down and called me a clown
Then she pissed on my small world
This morning and the last i tried greeting god's new days
But all this guilt from my past keeps leaving a bad taste
I'll spit it out and try again, to get rid of this disease
Yet not before i get high again
And think of pine box peace