My lover left me at fourteen,
I took a drag
And felt her leave my heart's gateway
My brother died when I was eighteen.
I slipped a pill,
My soul died somewhere within.
I thought I liked my own company,
Untill my family disowned me.
I gulped an entire syrup bottle,
And passed out for days fifteen.
I found love again,
But with baggage I couldn't handle.
She was everything I wanted,
But my life, already a scandal.
I had found a love to die for,
A needle to my veins
Now, they are left without me,
Alive but in vain.