Go cry to your knife, your bottle of pills.
They're they only things that care now.
So go in for the kill,
They'll show you how.

Why can't you fucking listen?
How can you be so blind?
I know you don't like this bitching,
But I don't want to see you die.

I've tried almost everything, there's nothing I can do.
They've tried everything also.
But I'm giving up on you,
Just so you know.

Go cry to your drugs, your .45 gun.
They're the only things that care now.
They'll make you come undone,
They'll show you how.