I never used to like the color red,
Until it was dripping from my arm.
I never used to like the taste of alcohol,
Until that taste helped me to forget.
I never used to like the effects of drugs,
Until those effects kept me away from a harsh reality.
I never used to be this sad,
Until you guys split up, she died, and he left.
I never used to be this angry,
Until being angry seemed less painful than being sad.
I never wanted to die,
Until dying was all I wanted.
Now, red’s my favorite color,
Tequila is my only comfort,
And drugs are my perfect escape.
Now, sadness has consumed me,
Anger has overcome me,
And dying has become my salvation.
I never used to be like this,
Now, I can’t imagine being any different.