I need a bottle of Run to wash my depression away.
Take me far away from reality.
Never lose sight of the light.
Dream one day you'll live.
Then die the next day.
Only the dumbest most broken people,
Live a life like me.
So give me a sweet bottle of Rum,
Cut my arms and gibe me scars,
Listen to me and learn,
That I am never coming back.
(Sorry. I wrote a song. There is no tune.)