What's to stop me?
A bleeding wrist,
Crying eyes,
Stink of vomit.
What's to stop me from doing it now,
Tears running down my eyes, I'm wasting time.
I'm a light one; my life half-lived
It would only take a packet to break away.
Maybe even half.
Some gin, a knife,
A hot bathtub,
A packet of pills and water to swallow them.
Run the water, slit the skin,
And wait until death meets me.
Crying eyes,
Stink of vomit.
What's to stop me from doing it now,
Tears running down my eyes, I'm wasting time.
I'm a light one; my life half-lived
It would only take a packet to break away.
Maybe even half.
Some gin, a knife,
A hot bathtub,
A packet of pills and water to swallow them.
Run the water, slit the skin,
And wait until death meets me.