She's a pretty little girl.
Not a good little girl.

What evil sin did I commit
To deserve this hell?

If I **** myself tonight
Maybe no one would notice
Everyone who cares
Is either gone or dead
And let's face it
I'm living in hells subbasement
But I can't
And resistance comes with the price
Of my blood and alcohol
As if my mind wasn't dark enough.

We resent pain
And yet we inflict ourselves with it
The pain we can cause ourselves over rides the pain that's been given to us on a silver platter.
We want the pain to end
But we always want to hurt more.

I feel like my blood has been replaced
With alcohol
my thoughts, torment
Being tortured by
Demons
That only I can see.

This deadbeat just wants peace
With the sound of a flat line.

Which way to go
The pills calling my name
A knife
A gun
A rope and a chair
Or slowly with one drop at a time
With poison
That took the name of liquid courage.

I wonder why they called her ****.

You could put a bullet through my brain, and I'd still miss you in hell.