I don? t want to die
But I feel that this is itStomach in knots
Twenty pounds less
A weekend of hell
Six months depressionLost in a love sick
World of pain
I cry 'cause you? re gone
I? m dying in pain, in pain
My love for you is forever
I promise this sick world I? ll never forget
I wrote you this note
I put this razor into my skinThe tub overflows
I awaken in pain
I choke on my own blood
I hear the phone ringBack to reality
Pat and I are off to the cityDrunk for six months straight
I? m drowning myself in alcohol and pain
Depression magnifies times ten
The blood in my veins is starting to run thinI don? t want to die
I feel that this is it
My face is in my hands
I don? t want to die
I feel that this is it
My face is in my hands
Again I slit my wrists