(Oh oh oh oh)
(Oh oh oh oh)
(Oh oh oh oh)
(Oh oh oh no)
Last night I done cried and slit my wrist
I take nicotine to heal it all within
I think I'm better but I still end up feelin
Like shit
I call up for help but I get nowhere
They say that they're here
But they're really not there
So I'll just heal myself
And hope I don't die this time
My mind is intertwined
Beneath the lies
To chase a high of dopamine
For me to feel high
What will it take for you to see?
Would it all be necessary?
For me to write, write
Write, write
A letter of death