Look at yourself in the mirror
With those bags under your eyes
Thinking to yourself there’s a better way
Suicide!
Come down from your high selfish as can be
With that gun by your side with that gun by your side
Wife comes home
Finds your brains on the floor
Finds your blood on your leftover coke
All alone she stares into your eyes
Laying down crying next to you
Take you to the hospital
80 percent dead
Finally got the news and your mother’s left all alone
Everyone everyone drowning their sorrows
Crying and screaming
You didn’t give a f*ck didn’t give a f*ck
Your funeral was something I wasn’t ready for
Remembering how you were living and breathing before
Your phone was off now best friend blames himself
Now your gone
Forever a memory