On The Way To San Francisco

I don't want to die but I feel that this is it

stomach in knots

twenty pounds less

a weekend of hell

six months depression

lost 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 phone ring

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(2x)

again I slit my wrists

I want to watch you kill yourself