Whiskey on the shelf, a couple of pills laying down on the floor
I got these demons in my head, I don't wanna be here anymore
Wide awake in my bed, hear the devil knocking at my front door
Maybe I should run away, what the hell am I running for
People tell me that I'm evil, they say that I'm no good
I've been through a lot of thing's, maybe I'm misunderstood
But I won't let you cross me, I wish some body would
You tell me I should change my ways, only if I could