Sitting in the moonlight, All I need is a little drugs I'll be fine, I'll be going up, I always end up getting fucked up when i feel alone, no one talking but the voices in my mind, another day on earth it could be perfect day then again, suicide on my mind like all of the time but I'll be fine, I'm always feeling so cold, picked the bottle up just drown all my sorrows away, writing verses cause it helps me feel less jayded, but my thoughts still be creative, trying to get over the tippy top, I'll be the mystery man, watch me pop out with a check, another couple 100, I swallow my pain before I shed a tear, I gotta stay fucked up so I can manage, I got too many bandages that covers my soul, my soul still empty but I still keep it real do you feel me,