Cookie Munster

Look at these things that cause us stress
Look at the way the curves leave me pressed
All along my back, it's draining me so bad
I killed myself forty eight thousand times last year
And I'm just not staying fucking dead.
There are two sides to every story, but mine was one dimensional and plain.
I'd rather not talk about it, because I've always felt I am pretty lame.
The Sun will keep moving, and I will be a shadow in it's midst
keep dodging fate and sure enough it will be fate that ends up pissed
I'll fall asleep, and I won't wake up again until the end of spring,
Where my mind set will be rewritten, and I'll have aged some years by then, and then I'll die.