My eyes are dilated with the life in my veins, these pills are controlling my life with no end in sight. And I'm sorry mom, and I'm sorry dad.
Its hard to break away.
So I take a hit, lose my mind, every pill's a waste of time, why cant I clearly see that this is what is killing me? It is killing me, its fucking killing me.
So I'll throw it all away just to feel something artificial and my loved ones have been trapped and lost inside my persona of self hatred - and now I'm all alone. Now I'm all alone.
I won't let you relapse again, refuse to let you overdose.
When the cold air rushes in through my window and my spirit is swept away, why cant everything just be this easy?
I should have called to let you know that I wasn't coming. But now its all up to me.
I let you down, and I am facing the fact I'm alone.