G                                                  D                
      My legs are dangling off the edge
                                  Em
The bottom of a bottle is my only friend

I think I'll slit my wrists again and I'm
C
Gone, gone, gone, gone

G                                                 D 
      My legs are dangling off the edge
                                    Em
A stomach full of pills didnt work again

I put a bullet in my head and I'm
C
Gone, gone, gone, gone