a handfull of pills a needle to the arm that cuts like the sound of your voice. oh give me the drugs and save me from the harm that days bring give me the dream give me the euphoria so i can run after something that seems tangible give me the darkness the ruin and the excuse for you to hear that i am no longer the person that used to be.
give me a reason to get the **** out of my bed at dawn.
-notes from a depressed alcoholic that now desires change