<< In a motel under another name
tired of the endless game
When it seems you're the only one playing;
Struggling with a weakened will
The last sad flashbacks
under a cloud of vodka and pills
A copycat of how grandma ended her ills.

So sad we have to end it here
There's so much more to say
So sad you didn't wait around
for the pain to go away.
So sad for your friends and family
to remember you this way.