Listen to my cries,I can't do this I don't want to try. I hate being sober, I want it all to be over. Drowning myself in alcohol, that shit never helps at all. Mary Jane won't end my pain. So I hit it up the vein,hey look no pain. I might get a few scars,at least I don't smell like cigars. Everyone asks why,it's so I can control what I feel inside. At least I'm not cutting myself,you can check yourself. All I have is scars and burns, there's no return.
