can't see the need in talking anymore.
don't have much things to say to people anymore.
just locked up in my own little world.
sighs.
3 AM, I'm drunk again,
My head is standing underneath my puke,
So make it stop, I'm getting off.
Make it stop, I'm getting off.
Sedatives and dizzy spells
And feeling like a salad in my puke,
So make it stop, I'm getting off.
Make it stop I'm getting off.
Well, slipped into a coma once again.
Where's my organ donor?
Lend a hand.
So when you think you're all alone,
No one's left to come around,
Drop like flies and empathize,
Cause I know that I will someday,
And I know that I will suffocate,
Suffocate, suffocate, suffocate.