Run through the door
Search through the drawer

Nothing is ever all right

Fill the syringe
Inject it and cringe

The needle just sits there and burns

Scratching and kicking
Crawling and screaming

This is what you wanted

Kicked in the door
Seeing you on the floor

Syringe still lying on the bed

"Call up the medics!"
You yell "its...."

The words are all lost on your toungue

Lie on your back
Light fades to black

Blood drips out of your mouth

Too much you've used
Used and abused

This is all that is left

Draw your last breath
Reaching your death

Remember this is what you wanted?