Nobody wants to talk to me.
I'm depressing and full of grief.
But when I'm silent they say
maybe I need some sleep.
And then still condescend
like I don't comprehend
and bully me.
So now I'm pulling teeth.
It's like,
if I had nice things to sing
this would be a pop song.
If I could read the situation
I'd say sorry it's gone wrong.
These lines aren't long enough
to say what I mean.
The times I've brought it up
have made you not like me.
And I don't care what anyone thinks
but it would be nice to have someone
to talk to.
Someone that's got you.
Or someone that could get you.
Some that I could relate with is probably sick to.

(Chorus)

To Hell with everything and everyone.
I wanna die.
To Hell with everything
and anyone who's loving life.
To Hell with music,
cause I can't afford to make it.
To Hell with everything
I'll be dead when I'm famous.
To Hell with everything
still waiting for my set of wings.
To Hell with music
help yourself and don't ever sing.
To Hell with everything
if there's nothing worth bettering.

I feel like giving up on this.
It's not worth what I've underwent.
Catharsis is why I fuck with it.
But life just makes me wanna quit.
No one will hear this.
It's a waste of time and lyrics.
I've spent years writing
in dim basements
pretending I'm fearless.
I've gotta convince myself
one day that this will improve.
That all this blood and ink
is worth the wound
when fresh and new.
It's like a tune that we knew
but forgot after a couple years.
This is the embodiment
of stagnation that lovers fear.
Friends don't wanna see you perform
they just wanna drink.
So I sit alone at home
and mourn all this and other things.

(Chorus)

One day I'll shut the fuck up
and not be such a burden.
The writing's on the wall
all of ya'll have been immersed in.
Grinding like the brakes
in my imaginary car do.
Part one's not temporary,
cause we don't get to part two.
We predicted existence
that's what we're accustomed to.
I don't know what I'm gonna
do about anything,
it's nothing new.
See someone I used to know
somewhere I won't go in.
But I haven't seen the sunshine
since I don't know when...

(Chorus)

To Hell with everything
and everyone I wanna die.
To Hell with everything.

(Sample)

"Suppose tomorrow you lost half your money
and you're feeling depressed.
Close your mouth.
Hold your nose like this for two minutes.
Your body says to Hell with your money.
I want to live."