I wanna be a skeleton, I could get rid of that brain.
If I had no skin, I would never feel pain.
I would rot alone, sitting in the rain,
rotting to the point, I would never be the same.
All I ever wanted was to be a skeleton,
Starving myself til I'm finally thin,
At least I would not remember her every min,
I would feel lighter without the weight of that skin.
Loneliness without awareness would not feel sad,
Responsibilities won't matter when I'm dead.
I would not have anxiety without that stupid head,
I wouldn't exist so I would never be mad.
Ooh, I'm tired of existence,
When I won't feel, I would never lack resistance.
And I won't need to rush, I'd never be late,
I would never have to walk, outside that gate.
