sit alone, insanity at brink
the healing alchoholic is tempted to drink
the many ways that i could go
like a child with candy, cant pick one way to end the show
a silent room except for the clocks ticking
she picks up the gun, but the trigger is sticking
she picks up the knife and quickly slits
the blood flows freely from her wounded wrist
no one will miss her, no one will care
she died alone in her room lost and scared
and like she had known all along
she wasnt missed more than a day she was gone
none were sad; no one cried
like she'd never been born and never died