Light another cigarette,

maybe I'll find happiness in the smoke.

No,

instead I'll scream until my throat bleeds,

and run until my lungs give out.

 

Drink another bottle to escape this hell hole that I'm trapped in-

 

I can feel my body shutting down,

yet my heart is still beating somehow.

 

I can't find happiness,

I'm stuck in this life, it's a loop that won't end-

no amount of alcohol or pills could cure this ache.

 

The loop will repeat,

until I'm six feet underground;

 

Then maybe I'll be happy.