Your born...you grow up your heart torn, you blow up There's no fuckin point to this 'cause the damn world is full of shit. Thoes things that make us cry, like getting hurt or seeing someone you love die. They make life such a bitch. Feelin lost not knowing which is which. Sure we have thoes rare good times but most are wore times, the "there's no point to life" times. Life's to short to accomplish all your dreams, What's the point of even thinking these things. You "fall in love" to then have your heart broken It only happened because the other perosn was jokin'. You sit there depressed, feeling sad or mad Cuz you're thinking "That could of been the best thing I've ever had." So now you've decided to put yourself out of misery and pain. You just cocked back your gun and shot a bullet through your skull piercing your brain. As your body drops to the ground like a rag doll. Blood seeping out your head wound as you fall. You land with a little splat as the blood drains out around you. Your last thought, "Was that really, the right thing to do?".