Before My Sixteenth Birthday

Save me from myself, I think I'm gonna die.
I'm slicing up my arms, I dont even know why.
I'm smoking all the time, tar is all I breathe.
Fuck sweet loving care, hard drink is what I need.

I'm making out with boys I don't even know.
Entirely reliant upon daily hits of blow.
I'm takin painkillers, almost a pack a day.
I just can't do without them, can't see any other way.

Without a drink an hour my hands begin to shake.
I cut myself so badly, how much can my body take.
I throw myself at guys I know I'll never love.
No matter how much I take, it's never enough.

I can't eat any food without feeling shit.
I'd rather starve myself, waiting for my next hit.
My world is sex, drugs, pain--I'm hooked.
No matter what I do, I'm just plain fucked.