Alcohol And Alter Boys

There's a voice in my head telling me why I should hate you,
 But I hate myself instead.
 There's a pair of dead eyes in the mirror looking back at me.
 I guess its wrong to live life so lifelessly.
 Scars are tearing open along my palms and knees.
 I guess thats what I should get for crawling back at your feet.
 And now I'm feeling so down, that there's no God above.
 No mercy for a soul thats just way too fucked up.
 There's a pain in my chest growing stronger with every heartbeat.
 Now there's nothing left of me,
 but empty bottles of pills and Bacardi.
 Yes, I guess its wrong to live right.
 Scars are tearing open along my palms and knees.
 I guess thats what I should get for crawling back at your feet.
 And now I'm feeling so down, that there's no God above.
 No mercy for a soul thats just way too fucked up.
 Leave me here to die