million thoughts and they all want me dead
could barley ever get out of bed
tell you im fine
but how if i sit here
and sip on whine
sniffing these white lines
nicotine, lean
\"damn\", \"oh fuck me\"
words and phrases i say when i see me
whats a waste of achievement
i say things, and i never even mean
these fucking drugs got me lashing out and being mean
look in the mirror and it\'s not me i\'m seeing
a monster an addict is what i\'m becoming?