The Bad and the Suicidal Thoughts

I went to the field To find a heartbroken man lying there by himself Crying on the floor wants some fucking gore Wants his body to be torn apart Just like the girl who broke his heart Just like the bride who ran off Act like she had with him no past He just wants to be happy But he understands that can't be Happening, while he's alive due to life Is not perfect and you'll always feel Bad half the time, at least sometimes You meet people that make you happy And then you forget the bad and the suicidal thoughts Suicidal thoughts "I want you to Get out of my life Please just get out I don't need you Please..."