What is there to be proud of?
Living a life without love.
Losing all and struggling alone,
I did nothing yet u have to atone.
It would have been easier rolling a stone,
Not just mopping around picking bones.

What is there to be happy about💔,
My shortcomings or the failures I can't count?
The loss to which I can't account,
Or the horses I couldn't mount?
The filthy excuses from my mouth,
Or how all my efforts went down south.

I will be happy to tag along,
Draining bottle after bottle,
Pills after pills💊 💔,
Gulp after gulp,
And handful after handful.

Draining the last light in me.
Breaking the strongest bones in me.
Leaning on dope,
Getting high of my hopes.
Puffing out my faith,
For in it I found solace.

Get me the drills.
Help me forget.
Let me lean on you.
Pacify me.
Redeem me.
Keep me going.


And take me with you in the end,
You're the only substance worth living for.
I'll take you even if you'll leave me dead💊 💔.