Did I ever tell you Why I stopped drinking? Why I am so terrified To take a sip alone? How that one time after class My heart was broken And I skipped the glass And drank straight from the bottle? How I crumbled into a ball Under my favorite blanket My mind screaming through the halls Fighting off the demons trying to drown me? Of course I always want to die That's something I've learned to live with But never before in my life Had I known that I could give in. Yet there I lay crying Wasted with a racing mind Begging to give in to dying But instead I went to sleep. So when my depression intensifies And I run to my substances I am so terrified So alcohol is the last option. Because it could be my last decision.