I'll Die To Live

The dirty needle from my pocket
I'll fill it up and die
I'll inject it to my skin
And tell you, my last goodbye

Putting it all behind me
I'll die and I'll move on
I'll be in some place new
Alive, yet still be gone

Reaching deep into my pocket
I unfold my crumbled note
Thinking about my past
I read what I have wrote:

"I've tried to stay strong
But every time, I feel insecure
I feel the need to stain my skin
So, I'll kill myself, the only cure"

The dirty needle in my hand
It's filled up and I'll die
I'll inject it to my skin
And here's, my last, goodbye.