My feet are asleep
As I'm sitting here alone
My eyes are tearing up
Thinking about everything in the past
My hands are shaking
While I reach for the bottle
My face is cold
With what I'm about to do
My chest is hot
From the fast pace of my beating heart
My head turns
And my blurred vision sees the locked door
My nervous fingers open the bottle
The small pills fall onto my palm
Then a throw, a sip, and a swallow
And suddenly there's nothing left to feel
In this feeling-driven world.
