i dont know what to do anymore
i make the same mistakes
i swore i've fixed before
i still slit my wrists
til i find where the vein splits
drip, drip, drip
my suicide note would read
sorry world, but you were too much for me
make sure in my epitaph
you write i'm a coward
with a capital C
if i meant something to you
just know i meant nothing to me
behind closed doors my mask comes off
for only me to see
and that's when the red runs down my arms
and down my fingertips
drip, drip, drip
i am my own anesthetic
bipolar, depressed, man under stress
does that sound familiar?
what is your muse
and what do you use
to make yourself feel better?
drugs?
women?
they are just temporary reprieve
when the heart and the root of the problem
is within me
and that's why the red runs down my arms
and down my fingertips
drip, drip, drip
i am my own anesthetic
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