I would rather just die ~ Lyrics

happiness is a drug that you can never get enough

but even when you are happy you will inhale misery

grief is a friend that you will never loose touch with

but even when you are grieving you will be living

anxiety Is a foe that you will always know

but even when you are anxious you will have things to do

anger is a companion that you will always find in waves

but even when you are angry you will always speak in devils tongue

oxymorons and ironies and symphonies and satires

juxtapositions and contradictions and dichotomies of liars

tell me that Even my narcissism is borrowed and even my compassion is carried i got narcissism from my mother

and my compassion from my father

falsifications and classifications and ramifications of tries

nations and breathtaking assemblage of undignified strides

tell me that Even my “over the top appeal for stupidity” is also borrowed from my mother

and my “under the rug , carelessness “ is carried from my father

I have wish fulfilling fantasies about death , death ,

 I have wish fulfilling fantasies guilty and counting how many citations

I have to do with my borrowed identity ?

 I bite my boredom even , even my boredom bite me back

I then confuse my peace , with uneventfulness

happiness is a drug that you can never get enough

but even when you are happy you will inhale misery

grief is a friend that you will never loose touch with

but even when you are grieving you will be living

anxiety Is a foe that you will always know

but even when you are anxious you will have things to do

anger is a companion that you will always find in waves

but even when you are angry you will always speak in devils tongue

oxymorons and ironies and symphonies and satires

juxtapositions and contradictions and dichotomies of liars

tell me that Even my narcissism is borrowed and even my compassion is carried i got narcissism from my mother

and my compassion from my father

falsifications and classifications and ramifications of tries

nations and breathtaking assemblage of undignified strides

tell me that Even my “over the top appeal for stupidity” is also borrowed from my mother

and my “under the rug , carelessness “ is carried from my father

I have wish fulfilling fantasies about death , death ,

 I have wish fulfilling fantasies guilty and counting how many citations

I have to do with my borrowed identity ?

 I bite my boredom even , even my boredom bite me back

I then confuse my peace , with uneventfulness

its fine to be tedious when work load has just expired

or when you don`t have a partner

or when your family doesn`t call you or care or say goodbye,

 its fine to be tedious when work load has just expired

or when your friends suggest you should date,

because I would rather just die …..