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Still here boasting my emotions Now coping while fucking dopeless Let the dope hit, breathe in slowly Look, maybe I'll show you hopeless Load the ammo $carecrow no shadow, bloody piano Sold out gallows, my mind so harrow From tragic backwards trouble Waking up, I trip, pop off of my meds Toes deep in narcotics Window shopping for my father's problems Do you have some options? My hand numb from gripping the pistol Trigger finger careless My heart out to my girl I know that loving me's a challenge Garbage what I'm spewing Sluggish how I'm moving Dope is what I'm choosing If you ask me how I'm doing I'll be cruising, coasting, using, dosing Just don't overdo it, hoping I don't fucking lose it Rope in hand I tied the noose, it's open Another night i blacked out Lying on the bathroom floor Letras de cancionesI ain't gon' back out, I ain't gon' lash out I guarantee I'll have some more I'll run off into the void head first They tried to avoid said thirst I'm tryna ignore that words and things about me Desolate, narrate the fact that I miss my own self I feel like I hit rock-bottom, and another trap door opened and I plunged further into despair God only gives us as much suffering as we can endure I mean, pile us on the ship to see if we'll break? Why? To test our faith, and to make us appreciate the good that we do have Well, forgive me for saying so, reverend, but God is a sick fuck From Letras Mania