Bottles on bottles
Stacked up in my closet.
Call it self destructive
But I do it because I want it.
No, scratch that,
I do it because need it.
I’m beyond being helped
My sadness is deep seeded.

I'm too far gone
It's too late to help me.
Compared to this life
How bad could Hell be?
If it’s anything like this
Then I’m ready for it.
Take my car to a cliff,
drop a fifth and floor it.

I don't need any of this,
It’s meaningless to me.
When it comes to pain
I've seen all there is to see.
When it comes to happiness
I've never had none.
If I'm considered a human
Then I’m a sad one.