I pop a pill or two to feel calm once in a while.
But they don't seem to work no more.
What am I to do when my dreams are dying?
I ingest pegs of whiskey too many, too few.
But they don't get me high no more.
How much more can I do when I'm already trying?
Come and take away my sense of pride.
Come and take away my reason to stay alive.
Come and devour my body, rip it into pieces.
Like you always do with my head.
