Bones to Dust

Coke binge. I lock myself inside this room.
 The very end was coming soon.
 My head was twisted.
 I was saying, "Good-bye."
 I was snorting, snorting until I died.
 My lifestyle was darker than a permanent black marker.
 Another day passes. Another day is gone.
 Another sad misery was just dragged on.
 It was just a lung. It was just a vein.
 It was all of these drugs that I can't maintain.
 I need yeaho. I hit rock bottom.
 Rock bottom bones to dust.
 I will kill you for your money to buy a bag of fuckin coke.
 Snort it. What a fuckin fiend? What a fuckin fiend?
 I would kill you to get high.
 I need yeaho.
 I lock myself inside this room.
 The very end was coming soon.
 My head was twisted.
 I was saying, "Good-bye."
 I was snorting, snorting until I died.
 My lifestyle was darker than a permanent black marker.
 All the pain and the mental anguish has me locked in my room snorting until I OD.
 (I can't take this shit. I can't take this shit anymore. Slit my wrist. I don't want to live.)