Typical day , you wake up and say, It's all okay, I'll shine like a ray Of light, Throught the dark and despair, with your yellow hair But you smile cause you don't have a care You see, Ponies laugh cause your eyes are crossed, and you always feel so alone and lost. But to you they'r dead, they're covered in moss, Dragged to the depth cause their souls have been lost
Day two carrys on and sing the same damn song About sticks and stones and you carry on But you try and pull through, to live to survive Your self esteem needs to be revived You make it back home but only just Your heart is black and covered in rust It's time to take action time to make them dread Everything goes black but you only see red
Day three comes around and youve planned your attack you'll make them all pay, you're gonna get them back. For everything that they all said, You can't stop smiling, soon they'll be dead. There'll be no more whining, no mear tears shed No more sadness, only red, there'll be a puddle, for every single one whoever made fun Now they know youre done
Now you don't have to put up with their stupid shit every single fucking day, youre done, you quit look look to the ground, and see the mess, you suddenly realize, there only one choice left, you pick up the knife, still dripping blood put it to your wrist, about to flood you whole damn room with a river of red. You have no more worries... it's done... youre dead