curled up in a ball on the couch, trying to be as small as i feel
for the life of me i cant cry, and the death of me seems so un real
escape myself in a bottle, or a pill, or ten, all that gets me is hurting my friends
like a broken piano i am out of tune, i sit unused till my time ends
i'd bleed myself out but i am too scared
its my friends that help me even if i am too impaired
for how much longer will i have to be this sad
i would like to know cause things are getting pretty bad
i will just have to hang on as long as i can
its not so bad with all these friends
there is some one out there that deserves my love
until i find her i just need more drugs
this heart that bleeds into itself
just needs to be put on a shelf
try though i may
its ok if this is my last day
