My life is nothing compared to a bottle of wine My dad chose wine over my family and me Nothing's sweeter than the sound of people hitting the floor When I'm trying to sleep and they keep screaming FUCK I just wanted somebody to save me from the mess I just needed to breathe so I could sleep at night All I did was listen and listen to the pain and near-homicide Now all that's left is a bottle of wine and some sleeping pills for suicide FUCK It's not even my wine and I've never fucking drank in my life I just keep on drifting through and all the souls just float on by My soul is leaking through my skull and now I'm bleeding out my fucking eyes If only people could see me now, I think they'd fucking die FUCK I don't even need any help because I know that I'm gonna die What's the point in a circular life of viral infections and depression and highs What's the reason for destruction when the world is already burned Maybe I don't even need an answer because I'm just gonna die FUCK What happened to spirit, what happened to that child inside? Where the fuck is my spirit now, where are my childhood lies? I keep on drifting, and now I'm sprinting, and now I'm failing to fly I'm just falling trying to hold on to SOMEthing but nothing is here but knives FUCK Give me a reason to live, and maybe then I won't die Maybe my life is just another game that someOne is playing for fun Maybe these words are just searing my conscience Maybe I should read the bible and scream the fucking words out loud FUCK Scream until my lungs start ripping and my throat bleeds until I drown Scream until I can't hear myself until life just fades out black Scream until somebody hears me, but nobody will, so scream for eternity Scream until I leave splatters and puddles of red and get a heart attack FUCK When will this end? Why do we pretend? When the fuck will anything end? Why do we pretend it won't end?