I don?t want to die   But I feel that this is it      Stomach in knots   Twenty pounds less   A weekend of hell   Six months depression      Lost in a love sick   World of pain   I cry 'cause you?re gone   I?m dying in pain, in pain      My love for you is forever   I promise this sick world I?ll never forget   I wrote you this note   I put this razor into my skin      The tub overflows   I awaken in pain   I choke on my own blood   I hear the phone ring      Back to reality   Pat and I are off to the city      Drunk for six months straight   I?m drowning myself in alcohol and pain   Depression magnifies times ten   The blood in my veins is starting to run thin      I don?t want to die   I feel that this is it   My face is in my hands      I don?t want to die   I feel that this is it   My face is in my hands   Again I slit my wrists