I have let a few of them in my heart.
I have stuck some needles in my neck.
Dulled the pain before it starts.
I have lived years with no love in my life.
I have traded my morals at a cost.
I have let blood drip down my arms.
A sacrifice to a God I lost.
Don't be sad when I am gone,
Don't cry I am gone too soon,
I sold my life for pins and needles,
That I melted in a burning spoon.