Suiciday

My friend got shot
All by himself
In the head
Just last week

He narrowly escaped
Growing older
Like the rest of us
Will and are

I dont miss him
Very much at all
'Cause I have lost
The ability to feel anything at all

And Ive got problems
Of my own, you see
To deal with and you know
That I hate you all

My friend got shot
All by himself
In the head
Just last week