Bad Advice

Life is long and God is mean Suffering in everything Music is bad and movies are too Bugs are trapped inside my room So pick anybody other than me I'm so sick of telling lies I'm so sick of smiling 'til I can go home and cry Say sad girls are hot But it doesn't even matter if You want me or not 'Cause I'm so tired, I'm so low I've got nowhere left to go Leaves change color, babies cry All I want to do is die Cut two holes out of a sheet Give me something good to eat Trick or treat What's it gonna be? I wish I could lose the weight and look the part Exorcise my fat old heart Wedding dress and smokey eyes That look better after I cry It's nothing to me These days Halloween is nothing to me And the worst part is I have no desire to be thin I don't need to let them win But I would give anything To look the way that Sick people are supposed to look Why can't I just finally die Why can't I just fail and try I know exactly where my blood is If I try I will not miss --- Bad Advice - Penelope Scott