10 Million Ways (But All Nearly The Same) Sitting there, Bored stiff from that shit, Everyone is enjoying themselves, But I'm thinkin to myself, How many ways there are to kill yourself, With a cutlery set! There's about 10 million, But they're all nearly the same, That's how bored I am, I'm suffering. You said, "Fall into the atmosphere" And I'd fallen but was nowhere near, It's not my type of thing, How many ways are there to kill yourself, With a gun in hand? There's about 10 million, But they're all nearly the same, That's how bored I am, I'm suffering. There's about 10 million, But they're all nearly the same, That's how bored I am, I'm suffering. Why does everyone enjoy, The shit that I hate? And why does everyone, Force me to sit and wait, And watch this bullshit, That makes my bloody body stiff? There's about 10 million, But they're all nearly the same, That's how bored I am, I'm suffering. There's about 10 million, But they're all nearly the same, That's how bored I am, I'm suffering. You said, "Sit, relax and enjoy" So I said, "I know I'm a boy, And I know you can change me, But this is one of the ways to kill yourself, With bloody boredom." There's about 10 million more, But they're all nearly the same, That's how bored I am, I'm suffering. There's about 10 million, But they're all nearly the same, That's how bored I am, I'm going insane.