I could have died if they didn't find me in time.
If I didn't cry so loud.
If I didn't tell them how many.
If they didn't call.
If I didn't get in the car.
If I didn't drink that black stuff.
If I didn't want to disrupt what I started.

But I did disrupt.
I did drink the black stuff.
I did get in the car.
They did call.
I did tell them how many.
I did cry so loud.

I didn't die.
And I truthfully wish I had some nights.

I won't let them tell me life is worth living because
Suffering isn't worth living for.