On The Way To San Francisco — текст песни (Hoods)

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(x2)
again I slit my wrists
I want to watch you kill yourself