WINONA PT. 2

[Verse 1]
The pretty face distracting me from the [?]
The drugs and alcohol had you ripped from the [?]
I tried to help when I couldn't even help myself
Damn, why am I such a fucking loser? I'll never get it
But, see, I'm doing my best to deal with the stress
I deserve happiness, I won't settle for less
And all my fucking friends are telling me "Get a grip"
Well, I am, but all I'm gripping is the blade on my wrist

[Verse 2]
It's not a scream to you, it's something deeper
You not with the mark on my arm, in this song, neither
I do it 'cause it's a distraction, rather than taking action
I sit around and cry 'cause there's the same reaction
I ain't do it, I just think about it
It's getting harder and harder to fucking breathe
And I keep dreaming 'bout it
And I hope that you don't fucking doubt it
I'm signing off, these are my last words
One day you'll read about me

[Outro]
End me
End me
End me
End me