On The Way To San Francisco

i dont want to die but i feel that this is it
stomach in knots - twenty pounds less - a weekend of hell - six months depression
lose in a love sick - world of pain - i cry cause you're gone - i'm dying in pain - in pain my love for you is forever - i promise this sick world i'll never forget
i wrote you this note - i put this razor into my skin
the tub overflows - i awaken in pain - i choke on my own blood - i hear the hpone right
back to reality - pat and i are off to the city
drunk for six months straight - i'm drowning myself in alcohol - and pain
depression magnifies times ten - the blood in my veins - is starting to run thin
i don't want to die - i feel that this is it - my face is in my hands
i don't want to die - i feel that this is it - my face is in my hangs
again i slit my wrists - i want to watch you kill yourself