Just one pill, one hit, one shot
I miss my painkillers, liquor and pot...

I hate that aching feeling
Of emptiness inside...

It's a good thing that I missed
the main vein in my wrist...

You hurt me more than words can say
Than tears can cry, than pain can display...

These burning tears streaming down my face
The singeing flesh that won't erase...

I'm in my room, lying in bed
My eyes are rolling back in my head...

Everythings gone black
The mascara is staining...