He had just a few
Just a few to many
He thought his world was over
Coming to an abrupt end
Harsh words had been said
And the damage was dealt
Pain, Hatred and Anger
Was all that he felt
His girl had left him
She had called him a jerk
Was it all worth it
For just a few drinks?
He lifted the knife
pressed cold to his wrist
His senses were blinded
Leaving him nauseous and sick
He passed out, senseless
Before his life was cut short
So to drinking to much
And the same of that sort
All I have now
Are a few words of wisdom
Don't do it at all
Just keep it away
Life is much to precious
Just to waste it each day
