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?