I woke up in a room yesterday its where I always stay but I dont like it I did alot of drugs and lots of drinking and started thinking about dying Im a mess im not ok I want to go to LA and smoke a joint red with her lipstick please stop calling like you do because I dont like you if I tell you Im your friend youre being lied to I woke up in a panic Im drinking again I think Ive got a problem when I finally go to hell god I hope that she leans over and stains my coffin with her lipstick