No Suprises A heart that’s full up like a landfill,a job that slowly kills you,bruises that won’t heal.You look so tired-unhappy,bring down the government,they don’t, they don’t speak for us.I’ll take a quiet life,a handshake of carbon monoxide,with no alarms and no surprises,no alarms and no surprises,no alarms and no surprises,Silent silence.This is my final…