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by Brooke Mason May 5, 2007 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
Hand me that bottle over there Bring me a shot of whiskey Look into death's face so fair Let me cease the suffering and pain Let it all out and die Throw my body in the mud in the rain Tell my family that I'm gone That I wouldn't belong here To be this world's pawn Come on, doctor, give me a drink Give me those pills, those capsuls Give them to me, let me sink Tell my friend that I am dead Lead her where I lay on the ground The earth becoming my body's bed Let him know that I still care That I forgive him so completely For not being there Let's have it, doctor, hand me the cyanide Let me die and let me drink As blood slowly turns to wine Don't bury me, just let me waste away And tell them I'm sorry For not wanting to stay So this is it, doctor, my final go I take the pills, drink the drink On with the show