i'm begging for love
that isn't mine to ask for

i'm standing on the edge
resting my head against you door

a life where
you dont exsist for me

is a life
i just can't see

now i drown myself
in a bottomless vodka bottle

speeding down the highway
punching down the throttle

hoping for a crash
just to end this miserable life

i want to feel nothing else
then the sweetness of the knife

if you were never mine
if your love was never true

what is there left
what more can i do?

i'll keep painting my wrists red for you