this-ship-is-sinking-: My legs are dangling off the edge, The bottom of the bottle is my only friend, I think I’ll slit my wrists again and I’m gone, gone, gone, gone,
this-ship-is-sinking-: My legs are dangling off the edge, The bottom of the bottle is my only friend, I think I’ll slit my wrists again and I’m gone, gone, gone, gone,
