Cold... With A Chance Of Suicide/ Rainy... With A Chance Of Death

Everyone Hates Me, Needless To Say
Everyone Hates Me, They Won't Go Away
What Do I Do? Do I Laugh? Do I Cry?
Do I Just Live? Or Do I Just Plain Die?

The Weather Is Cold With A Chance Of Suicide
I'm Just So Confused. I Just Can't Decide
Society Shows Us What We Are
Society's Hate Leads Us To War

Everyone Hates Me And I Don't Really Care
I'm Just A Person, But They're Not Aware
I Have Friends Who Are Willing To Leave
I Have A Love He's Refusing To Receive
They Didn't Give It. So Why Should I?
They Didnt' Give It. They Just Gave A Lie

I Am Labeled As A Heartbreaker. Me = Lame
But Is It My Fault? Why Am I To Blame?
Enemies Aren't Worth The Pointless Fight
Friends Stay And Leave. Nothings Alright.

Dying Leads To A Endless Joy
Our Life We Give To People As A Toy
They Tear Us Into Pieces. They Tear Us Apart
I Cut My Wrist, Just To Make My Own Work Of Art
I Stand Upon A Building. Letting Them See.
The Person I Am. The Person They Made Me

Its Rainy With A Chance Of Death
I Jump Off As I Take My Last Breath
You See Me Falling From The Sky
Its All Your Fault That I Had To Die.