KYS Song Pt. 2: The Kysinning

My heart won't stop pounding It's beating in my chest My body won't stop shaking I'm trembling in my bed And my brain won't stop thinking And my mouth won't stop breathing And my eyes won't stop blinking And my mind won't stop reading I want this to stop so fucking bad I want you to come home and find me dead I want to show you fuckers What it means to be sad I want release from my insanity I want a bullet in my head And I've been staring at this bottle Of rubbing alcohol for hours Thinking what would happen If I downed the whole thing I wish I had the goddamn courage To take a fucking swig And on nights like these I swear to f*ck I'd do it If I wasn't a huge pussy And on nights like these I'm thankful for my towel For soaking up all my tears and snot And on nights like these I write stupid punk songs Cause how else do I let it out And on nights like these There's nothing I hate More than myself And on nights like these The only thing I need Is a goddamn reason to breathe Now I hate everything And I hate everyone I hate this dying planet And I hate the fucking sun I hate the way it shines I hate the heat it makes Can't you see I'm already hot And hives take over my skin And all you fucks can see The constant worry inside of me And it's hard to hide that shit And I feel like an attention seeking dick When you make your comments I just wish this would stop I want it all to stop I just wish I'd fucking drop To the ground And god knows I shouldn't be alive I know for certain I deserve to die I haven't contributed to anything In my miserable fucking life And what kind of asshole Says he hates himself But only writes songs About himself F*ck you Phoenix You stupid piece of shit Let's better this world one death at a time As long as you, start with mine I'll rip the strings outta my guitar Tie them together, not making it far Wrap them around my fucking neck And soon enough you'll see me dead And at least I can fucking say