waking up another day,
puttin up with the pain.
wishing I had died in sleep.
wishin I had failed to breathe.
but shit happens for a reason right,
well I have a reason that I’m gonna die.
shit happens and this is my reason right,
i’m so fucking sick of life.
and even when things are up,
i’m always going down.
and even with some pick me ups.
I’m always fucking gonna drown!
So, let it rain
let it poor,
let the blood leak under the door,
let it rain,
let it pour,
blind the world,
and slip away on linolium floor.
let it hail,
let it storm,
swallow the bottle before,
before the cops are at my door.
go full throttle before,
before I can’t feel no more.
let it pour.
poor, poor, poor…
(this is not the end of the song, just the very beginning.)