You know I'll never get too deep in my veins,
But you also know that I can't keep them close.
I will never really leave you even if you don't believe it,
I'll probably never fall off a bridge by myself,
But if one-day death takes me, I can't promise you I won't be relieved.
I think I took too many pills, maybe drugs, maybe my medicine, I don't even remember,
Ending up alone, drunk in a bed that's not mine.
I just keep on blood staining the white sheets,
Maybe it's my way to expiate my sins.
Usually, I resist three weeks but now I don't even last three hours,
I innocently thought I was finally good,
But the truth is I've never been.
I don't know why I keep thinking my life could be okay when all I live are failures.
Even if I don't need the queen to win the game, playing with only pawns is dangerous.
After all, I think my very last piece is in stalemate,
Giving up may be the best solution not to kill the final survivor.
Why is it always the smallest that keeps others alive?
