I put the noose around my liver and the bottle in my hand, of all people I'd hoped you'd understand. I was lost in the haze, through the bottles embrace. In the end I was the only one to put me in my place
Am I Drowning my sorrows or drowning my shame? No it was the high I was chasing like a f*cking game
I craved the freedom, to be separated from one's self. All I was doing was pushing my life right off the shelf
But I'm no longer chained, I've learnt my lesson, I've learnt it the hard way. Deaths grip slips and fades, so heres to a new dawn, a life reclaimed
At the last of those days, all I seen was red, only months before my potential end. I won't be taken in a body bag
You won't see me in a body bag
My potential end