One knock, two knock, three knock, four.
I hear you knocking on my door.
I'm laying unconscious and my body is cold and sore.
What did you visit me for?
Life is such a bore.
I bought a bunch of drugs at the store.
So, I could die unconscious and get washed up ashore.
But there is no ocean, so hear I lie unconscious on the floor.
I see the drugs, open them up, and pour.
I am a whore.
I just don't wanna live anymore.
No more...no more...
All of this is going on behind the locked door.