I want to drink
I want to smoke
I want to die
I want to feel
I want to heal
Is any of this real?
I want to drink
I want to smoke
I want to die
I want to feel
I want to heal
Is any of this real?
I don't feel like living
And I don't feel like dying
I just feel stuck
And I can't stop crying
The bathroom floor
Around these empty bottles
And empty dreams
Pretending that I'm not ill
Mostly desolation
Through the isolation
Forming a compilation
During this goddamn meditation
Is any of this real?
Is any of this real?
Is any of this real?
Is any of this real?
Will it ever end?
As I'm tired, every goddamn day
I want to drink
I want to smoke
I want to die
I want to feel
I want to heal
Is any of this real?
I want to drink
I want to smoke
I want to die
I want to feel
I want to heal
Is any of this real?
I don't feel like living
And I don't feel like dying
And in the end
I can't stop crying
My bedroom floor
Next to the dried up blood
And the rusty knife
You gave me once
I want to heal
But you won't let me
You just want to watch me
Bleed all the way out
Is any of this real?
Is any of this real?
Is any of this real?
Will it ever end?
Is any of this real?
Is any of this real?
Is any of this real?
I want to drink
I want to smoke
I want to die
I want to feel
I want to heal
Is any of this real?
I want to drink
I want to smoke
I want to die
I want to feel
I want to heal
Is any of this real?