How can I keep my sanity when the only reason I wake up is an hour and forty on a Wednesday morning that decides if I'm happy or hate myself again
Talk to me tell me what's going on inside your mind does it match mine do you hate me suffocate me because either way I'm going down and I'd rather be killed by your hand than my own because at least then I'd know that I didn't have to die alone
Now the one thing keeping me alive is a cracked steering wheel from a lonely drive where I nearly wrecked my car just outside town
They'd have found me upside down surround me with a garbage bag I'm sorry