Hooray For Cliché, Trivial, Pseudo-Depression In Mid Tempo Rock Songs by Terrible Musicians: All Your Favorite Bands Do Coke, Sorry

I’m strolling down
The boulevard of broken iPods:
Where my shadow’s the only thing that walks beside me,
And my shallow heart’s the only thing that’s beating.
How can I go on?
Just cut my life into pieces,
This is my last resort.
It’s too late,
Don’t apologize (I hope you choke and die)
WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE THIS?
If only I could remember that one line…
PULL THE TRIGGER AND THE NIGHTMARE STOPS;
It sums up life when
All we know is falling.
But I get knocked down,
And I get up again,
This time you might keep me down,
Suicide is painless
Besides
The only difference
Between martyrdom and suicide
Is press coverage
And this is
No place to hide
A teenage suicide

Hooray For Cliché, Trivial, Pseudo-Depression In Mid Tempo Rock Songs by Terrible Musicians: All Your Favorite Bands Do Coke, Sorry

EricJack241

Joined December 2009

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There is absolutely nothing original about this poem. That was the point. Lyrics have become so cheesy, I decided to put a bunch of them together.

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