Not Really Here
Honestly, this is not directly about death, but more about feeling so low that you need to do something about it. Here it is just drugs instead of death.
Fly away with me
Just take my hand
Lift me up and begin to fly
Drift up into the air
Let’s ride on a cloud
One of those white, pure ones
Just like the pills I ate last night
Oh so innocent
Oh so violent
My empty, shallow and broken mind
My heart so wrecked and black
I feel so cold
Except for this night
While I went down
I drifted up
All by myself
For one little piece of happiness
One little second
I’d give up my entire life
I’d let go of everything I ever had
If one little pill of joy
Could blow me off
Send me to the bottom of the ocean
Where I don’t need to breathe
I’d take it
Before another day breaks
Just take my hand
Lift me up and begin to fly
Drift up into the air
Let’s ride on a cloud
One of those white, pure ones
Just like the pills I ate last night
Oh so innocent
Oh so violent
My empty, shallow and broken mind
My heart so wrecked and black
I feel so cold
Except for this night
While I went down
I drifted up
All by myself
For one little piece of happiness
One little second
I’d give up my entire life
I’d let go of everything I ever had
If one little pill of joy
Could blow me off
Send me to the bottom of the ocean
Where I don’t need to breathe
I’d take it
Before another day breaks
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