Just sitting there that night
Thinking "I'll get even with them all"
But with every burning guzzle
My head began to fall

Trying to get rid of the pain
Feeling numbness in my head
Wishing I'd just die already
Sometimes I think I'd be better off dead

I was trying to stand up
But my legs were both so weak
Started crawling through the room
Wishing I could just sleep

My eyes began to burn
I couldn't quite see straight
The alcohol was a way for me
A way to handle my hate

10/06/2001

Posted on 10/06/2001
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