I can't wake up without an overose;

"You try to numb your pain,
With alcohol and pills.
But it won't repair your trust.
You can't stand on two fucking feet,
With a substance as your crutch.

These scars won't tear us apart.
I won't give up on you.
Don't give up on me.
It's not too late for us.
I'll save you from yourself."

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