Tw: suicide, death, drugs 

It's only medecine

I feel the cold kisses of the thing we fear most

I dance with the thing I hated

I play with the one who took someone from me

But he's not as cruel as I thought

His arms are warm and forgiving 

Its only medecines, it's only a little blood

What they've told me so far seems all a lie 

But I believed it

Altough there's no angels

I don't feel lost

It's only medecines, it's only a little blood, I'm just fainting

I'd rather not exist 

So I'll just put this knife to my wrist

I open the last bottle of wine and lay there all night

Death suits me better than life