A pill to make you numb
A pill to make you dumb
A pill to make you anybody else
Oh god again, with the bare legs showing…fucking hell…
Show myself how to make a noose
A gun’s cliche, and a razor too
I’m not a deathshare vacation, vacant station
Made of scars and filled with my old wounds
This’ll hurt you worse than me.
I’m weak, seven days, I’m weak.
Don’t run from me. I won’t
Bother counting one, two, three…