autopsy
an end to the misery
Unhappy with the world in which you live You feel like shit, you want to die Well who the fuck is stopping you From taking your miserable life?  Finger on the trigger Of the gun against your head Should you really do it? Will we miss you when you're dead? You're looking for advice And I've got some for you  Kill yourself I don't care about you Go fuck yourself You were born to lose  [E.C.]