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