It was in the march of the winter I turned seventeen
That I bought those pills
I thought I would need
And I wrote a letter to my family
Said it's not your fault
And you've been good to me
Just lately I've been feeling
Like I don't belong
Like the ground's not mine to walk upon
And I've heard that music
Echo through the house
Where my grandmother drank
By herself
And I sat watching a flower
As it was...

15 Advil. I feel greatly. 1 am. Not even tired.

No matter what I do
No matter where I go
You’re always there
Always there to remind me that I’m alone
To remind me that there’s no hope
To remind me that it’s my fault
To remind me that I’m lost
To remind me that I'm broken

You’re an evil friend.
But I can't let go.