I've got a gun pointed at my head
And Im contemplating
You make me feel like I'd be better off dead
Im falling
And Im breaking
I can't pick myself up
Im calling
Im shaking
Will someone please pick up
So am i dead?
Or still alive?
Will i make it through the night
I feel like Im loosing my mind
But I will never lose the fight
Got a razor to my wrist
And im going crazy
I can't believe its come to this
But this is what you've made me
Too many secrets to conceal
Too many scars to not be real
And this addiction of mine is k**ing me
Dont want it
But I need it
Cuz I have lost controll