On The Way To San Francisco Lyrics - Singles - Hoods

I dont want to die 

But I feel that this is it 

Stomach in knots 

Twenty pounds less 

A weekend of hell 

Six months depression 

Lost in a love sick 

World of pain 

I cry 'cause youre gone 

Im dying in pain, in pain 

My love for you is forever 

I promise this sick world Ill never forget 

I wrote you this note 

I put this razor into my skin 

The tub overflows 

I awaken in pain 

I choke on my own blood 

I hear the phone ring 

Back to reality 

Pat and I are off to the city 

Drunk for six months straight 

Im drowning myself in alcohol and pain 

Depression magnifies times ten 

The blood in my veins is starting to run thin 

I dont want to die 

I feel that this is it 

My face is in my hands 

I dont want to die 

I feel that this is it 

My face is in my hands 

Again I slit my wrists