ShootDrinkSmokeCut

Shoot it up day after day.
I hope you feel relief.
Because as you screw up your life.
Your also screwing up me.

Drink it down all day long.
I hope it numbs your mind.
Because as the alcohol settles,
Your slowly killing yourself.

Smoke it up every five hours.
I hope it doesn't make her cry.
Because one day your going to smoke so much.
And compeltely mess up your life.

Cut your wrists, don't go to deep.
I hope you can handle this physical pain.
Because one day your going to go to deep.
And then you'll be under six feet.

Do you honestly feel guilty now?
I hope deep down inside that you do.
Because maybe when you learn who you hurt.
You'll eventually stop hurting yourself.