I read the words but can't believe, To know my life isn't perfect, It hurts so much to know, You laugh, talk, and hug, I can barely stand to live, You're so happy and I, so sad, Here I lay on the bathroom floor, To you're there having the time of your life, I stay here still tripping, Drunk I lay on that hard floor, Only feeling sorry for myself, While other's just live, And I'm not breathing, Or barely breathing I'm not sure, I know I'm not moving, Wishing I was just dead, 6 ft under; Like the rest of this dead world, The dasies just rest there where my grave is, Beside my grandpa to be with him forever, I feel sorry for myself b/c other's have pain, Real pain that I've never had, I feel that I should just die, now.