Its too late to save me now.

I'm going on a journey
A journey with boxes of pills and vodka.

I'm learning to live with pain
I'm learning there will always be cuts on my wrist.

The razor sharp blade in my mind just so happens to be real to slice my wrist.

And finally i see what i'm supposed to be.....dead

Hearts are on paper dnt break them to

The tears i cry are because of you

Take me to a place that is safe from here away from him away from me

Nothing can stop me
Nothing can stop me
Nothing can stop me
Except,

you.

Wahey, you found out my secret, yes i do still have the voices...