I'll pop another pill, and snort another line.
Take another hit and it will all be fine.
Life seems so pointless, so what's the point?
If i cant drown my sorrows in liquor, I'll just smoke another joint!
I'm so sick of being sober, but i cant stay high.
I dropped 3 hits of acid and i swear i could fly.
I'm killing myself slowly, in the best possible way.
I'm numb from all the poison running through my veins.
One more pill to try to get right.
One more pill and for my life i might have to fight.
I didn't need this when i had you.
this all started when you said we were through!
You were my heroin, and i craved you everyday.
now that I'm without you i need you in every way.
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