Well I think today is gonna be the day

Where most everything is gonna go my way

I flushed my pills right down the drain, I have no clouds around my brain

I think today is gonna be my day

So I walk on down the stairs to the lobby

And plastered to the wall, what do I see?

Stuck up there are sticky notes adorned with some inspiring quotes

As if someone had stuck them there for me

“Be positive, just be yourself

You weren’t born to be someone else

Takes less muscles to smile than to frown

You’re perfect just the way you are, an awesome friend, a shining star

Don’t ever let your sadness bring you down”

Looking at them, I’m unsure of what to say

But I’ll admit these notes have rubbed me the wrong way

I’m sure that they were well intentioned, but they come off condescending

That’s not what I was looking for today

Cuz I don’t want to see notes upon the door

Start telling me that I should smile more

Don’t try to discredit my sadness, it may push me into madness

Or start up my next internal war

“Be positive, just be yourself

You weren’t born to be someone else”

Look, it’s hard enough to live each day

Don’t tell me what I have to feel, why the hell should I have to deal

With pushy yellow notes and what they say

Now I feel my neck is starting to get tense

Feel my rage is pushing right through common sense

Now yellow pads talk down to me and instruct me on who to be

Oh who the hell would fall for that nonsense?

Now I’m shaking and my face is turning red

There’s an itch that can’t be scratched inside my head

Once sticky notes start condescending, then you know your world is ending

I wish whoever wrote those notes was dead

“Be positive, just be yourself”

Thanks for the tip, now go to Hell

I’m done engaging with your twisted games

“You’re perfect just the way you are”

We’ve never met, but au revoir

I’ve got a gun, it’s time to spill my brains

Thank god I’ve got those sticky notes to blame