Some people trade life for the bottom of a whiskey bottle
Too far gone, can't get it back now
Some people love the pills
They'll eat an entire bottle
If that don't work, they'll cut their wrists off
Some people love whores
They'll spend every fucking dollar
Go home empty,not an ounce of self-respect
Happiness must be a dream
I know it ain't material
I've seen men search the world but die alone in the end
So fucking alone

No woman, no wine, no pills can cure this fucking disease
It's in my brain
No matter what I do, I can't get it out my head
Years of memories flood my brain
I just wanna sever these fucking veins so I can sleep forever never coming back no more

Too far gone
Too far gone
Too far gone
Too far gone can't get it back