public entry announcement
wouldn't this make one hell of a suicide note?
By Phil Collins
I’m pretty sure nobody will come (pity party)
My last pity party
Because nobody likes me
I will fill out many invites
Futile as it may be
I hope she shows
That would be so fucking great
She can knit the noose
And help kick the crate
I swear this, if you go
I won’t bitch and moan
I hope I don’t have to play
Pin the knife in my heart, alone
Sure, my banner is spelled wrong
And so is the cake
everyone will say “I had fun”
Which I know will be fake
I tried my best
But the punch tastes like shit
Someone must have spiked it
Maybe there’s too much arsenic
I promise, if you come
I won’t whine about:
The time I spent
Or the cash I dished out
They are going to regret it but
I won’t see ANYONE from my list
They will have wanted to assist
And give my shive one more twist