I've got a gun pointed at my head
and Im contemplating
You make me feel like I'd be better off dead
Im falling
and Im breaking
I can't pick myself up
Im calling
Im shaking
Will someone please pick up
So am i dead?
or still alive?
will i make it through the night
I feel like Im loosing my mind
but I will never lose the fight
Got a razor to my wrist
and im going crazy
I cant believe its come to this
but this is what you've made me
too many secrets to conceal
too many scars to not be real
and this addiction of mine is killing me
dont want it
but I need it
cuz I have lost controll
and Im contemplating
You make me feel like I'd be better off dead
Im falling
and Im breaking
I can't pick myself up
Im calling
Im shaking
Will someone please pick up
So am i dead?
or still alive?
will i make it through the night
I feel like Im loosing my mind
but I will never lose the fight
Got a razor to my wrist
and im going crazy
I cant believe its come to this
but this is what you've made me
too many secrets to conceal
too many scars to not be real
and this addiction of mine is killing me
dont want it
but I need it
cuz I have lost controll