On the Way to San Francisco

I dont want to die

But I feel that this is itStomach in knots

Twenty pounds less

A weekend of hell

Six months depressionLost in a love sick

World of pain

I cry 'cause youre gone

Im dying in pain, in painMy love for you is forever

I promise this sick world Ill never forget

I wrote you this note

I put this razor into my skinThe tub overflows

I awaken in pain

I choke on my own blood

I hear the phone ringBack to reality

Pat and I are off to the cityDrunk for six months straight

Im drowning myself in alcohol and pain

Depression magnifies times ten

The blood in my veins is starting to run thinI dont want to die

I feel that this is it

My face is in my handsI dont want to die

I feel that this is it

My face is in my hands

Again I slit my wrists