I might just do it
this idea I've been toying with
I'm tired and weak
I can't stop drinking
It's more than embarrassing
It's uniquely obscene
Who will I hurt next?
I need some relief
death seems comforting
so sick of my disease
I can't handle my thoughts
or the love that I seek
I'm missing me
hurt them once and for all
it's better then years that they weep
and then..
we all can get some sleep