Testo A Particular Instance Of Self-Loathing Radio Fiction
Here's the story of a boyWho always lives in gloom
Take his picture, post it up
On a wall in his room
Let him reflect on everything neglected
In his life, why so sad?
3 times now, he's tried to take his life
Then he realized it's not so bad
Help me before I do something drastic
Who knew I was so full of pessimistic wit?
It's a habit
And I say to myself Nobody loves this boy
Tell everyone Never love this boy
There I went again telling a story
Of someone else when it's really me
Sorry if you don't understand
Or even try to comprehend
For years now it's been redundant
So for now leave me alone
Tears roll down my pale cheek
As I feel a shadow hung over me
It's you my friend here with me
To comfort and console me
Give me the snow to help me cope
With whatever I think is wrong with me
What's wrong with me?
So raise your glass and listen to me tell
All of you my farewell
I'll see you all soon
I'm sorry it ended like this
