Whenever I am alone I think
Sometimes about the pills by the sink
Sometimes about the stuff in my drink
Whenever I think I remember
about our phone calls in December
I feel pain
On the inside
in the inside i'm already dead
When I feel pain I cry
crying while wishing I was died
leaving this world because I lived in a lie
and when I cry I cant stop
wishing I could from the bottom to the top
wishing for all the thinking to stop