Bullet

[dont-u-dare-touch-my-food]

So if I survive,
Then I'll see you tomorrow,
Yeah I'll see you tomorrow

My legs are dangling off the edge,
The bottom of the bottle is my only friend,
I think I'll slit my wrists again
And I'm gone, gone, gone, gone,
My legs are dangling off the edge,
A stomach full of pills
Didn't work again,
I'll put a bullet in my head
And I'm gone, gone, gone, gone.