Pour me a drink,
Sniff some cocaine.
Take a few pills,
To numb the pain.
Cut to feel something,
Burn to feel hurt.
Starve to feel pretty,
Buried in under dirt.
Die to be wanted,
Kill to be seen.
Choke to be loved,
Drown to feel clean.
We all have our little things,
That take the pain away.
Unfortunately for all of us,
They don't allow us to stay.
So near death comes,
For us it's easy to let go.
He reaps us fast, after all,
We were all dead years ago.

(m.c)