You'll never get it right.
Maybe you should just end it now
And put us all out of our misery.
We know that you've tried;
That you've stressed youself out,
But you'll nevr get there.
You'll never amount to anything.
We love you so much
But we think that it would be better
If we didn't see you anymore.
No offence,
But we're sick of you depression.
But we know you'll make it,
You'll just get no help from us.
We hope you'll be happy
But we'll jsut do this
To make you feel sad.
Goodbye.
(c) 2002
L. Brown