You sip vodka from a baby bottle,
Crying tears of blood.
Razors calm your anger down,
Addiction, like a flower, buds
Fingers down your throat,
Throwing up your sins
light as a ghost,
Feeling the needles and pins
You choke on colorful pills,
Begging for the suffering to end
Yet nothing can fill the void in you
So deeper you descend
Meeting up with older men,
Pleasing them to earn cash
Innocence is no more
Crying as you burn and crash
The nicotine hits your lungs
And the weed makes fly high
But no matter how much you try
There's no true escape til you die
