I can feel it deep in my soul,
As I stare at this empty bowl.
Life being cut short by paper,
Even skydiving proves safer.

Cup is empty, bottle is shot,
Livin life like a fucking robot.
Rules just like rubber bands,
As I bend to my commands.

Save me from myself!
I know I'm bad for my health!
Betrayed by another I need help!
Remedy myself here we go again!

Life laws meant to be broke,
The caught laced in a choke.
Striction tight, tention snapped,
Oh no the asylem for the cracked.

Save me from myself!
I know I'm bad for my health!
Life lessened day by day!
Nevermind it's here I'll lay
On my final day...