I've realized that I'll never have anything I want,
Because I don't deserve any of it.
I might as well stay on drugs. Seriously,
Everyone I'm cleaning up for will just
Leave me in the end anyways.
Including myself.
If I keep to the skag, at least I'll be left with
One thing that makes me happy.
Well, comfortable, not happy.
If it's all the same to you,
I'd like to self-destruct.