Doctor please, I need a new hope
The more I run, the more the track becomes a living hell paved with regrets
I've been looking for some help
The smiles in the streets they scare
The hands on my back they f**ing weight
The picks in my head they help, I believe
Shake, shake, shake, shake
The wine, the whiskey, they became discrete pills
The ice pick, a remedy
I'll never find a way to wake up
And here comes the mourning
I give up the steel is already in
Understand, you're the last chance I take
You're the last chance I f**ing take to die
And I don't wanna die
Who cares about real questions giving you the doubt you need?
I'm tired of thinking of what I could get to drop out
I'm alone now, in the same ol' trap
Longing for a sand box smile to come back
I feel left behind
On and on the same gla**
And the bottle is down