i tried to slit my wrists
but the razor was too dull
the jack daniels is half empty
but then maybe it's half full

someone save my mind and soul
i'm on a plain, i'm on a roll
i'm on the edge
i've lost control

dear god, f**k you for all you've done
the chip on my shoulder weighs a ton
f**k you for sadness, pills, and guns
i'm pissed, i'm not the only one

i tried to pull the trigger but my sh*t was out of whack
watching in living color when i wanted to see black
the bottle is half empty, then again maybe half full
half a bottle in my blood stream, tryin' to slit my wrists in school

you're F**KING crazy

sometimes...