One is too many, twenty-four is never enough
And after that many, do you really think you're tough
Sitting all by yourself, stuck in that room alone
Do you really wish to be an old forgotten bone
Another sip is what you’ll take
To numb the feelings, you wish were fake
The darkness consumes you, it's all around
It snuck in like always, not making a sound
You make up your mind to finally let go
And with the blade to your throat, you’ll reap what you sow
And after that many, do you really think you're tough
Sitting all by yourself, stuck in that room alone
Do you really wish to be an old forgotten bone
Another sip is what you’ll take
To numb the feelings, you wish were fake
The darkness consumes you, it's all around
It snuck in like always, not making a sound
You make up your mind to finally let go
And with the blade to your throat, you’ll reap what you sow
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