Wasting all my time drowning in these bottles.
Hoping for a chance to start all over again.
Stomaching the bitter taste to forget what i'll never get back.
But forgetting is easier said than done.
And darling, i'm a wreck.
Just waiting for a chance to redeem myself.
Get out of this place, and start a better life.
Forget the pills, forget the knife.
Death is no salvation.
Just an easy way out for the ones who just can't take it.
So what's left for me?
I guess time will tell.
And in that time i'll try not to fully immerse my being in the poison that surrounds me.