Novel & Cerita Sober To Death Lyrics

Chapter 1 - Who the hell owns these death devils? --- "Is it too late now to say sorry? Cause I'm missing more than just your body. Is it too late now to say sorry? Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah. Is it too late to say that I'm sorry now?" I sang completely off-tune to Justin Bieber’s song, tapping my foot on the floor of the car as my fingers tapped on the steering wheel.

I kept struggling and screaming for freedom, gradually losing strength each passing second, then a voice alarmed from behind me, "Hey! Don't even bother; you'll be kept here forever... Slowly and in a silent way you'll stop moving and drifting to your death. Yes! You are heading straight to your doom. That's right; you need to know what's about to happen to you. You'll be slowly immersed into a cold, liquid state from which you won't be able to move from. Your body will stop fighting and will finally accept death. Yes, death! Now take in this feeling and be ready for it, you pervert!"

“God, Trevor, I am going to kill you.” “What'd I do?” he gently dropped me back and I yawned, covering my face with my palms. “I'm so exhausted, I can't even…..”I sighed. “Alcohol sucks. Eww.” I turned to the window. “The light is too bright. I feel like dying.” I cried. “I want to get drunk. I want to get drunk.” He mimicked my voice and rolled the binds. “Poor Kehlani. You drank too much. I couldn't stop you. Now that you've tasted it, you know now.”

This cannot be my life… This… I feel so sleepy now… Perhaps I should just die in this so-called sleep… I wish I have been overdosed by Leah and I die… There is nothing to leave for…

Don't stay awake for too long Don't go to bed I'll make a cup of coffee for your head I'll get you up and going out of bed Yeah, I don't wanna fall asleep I don't wanna pass away I been thinking of our future 'cause I'll never see those days I don't know why this has happened But I probably deserve it I tried to do my best But you know that I'm not perfect I been praying for forgiveness You've been praying for my health When I leave this earth

And finally, the pain is too much. Oh And I'm all out of whiskey. To soak up the damage you've done. Oh Is there anything I'm guilty of? It's loving you too much. If anybody asked how we died, Call it suicide. Don't fabricate Just tell them, baby. It was suicide. Don't sugarcoat it; just let them know. Ahhhh, Call it suicide. Oh... Don't fabricate (No, don't fabricate it.) Just tell them, baby. It was suicide.

I kept struggling and screaming for freedom, gradually losing strength each passing second, then a voice alarmed from behind me, "Hey! Don't even bother; you'll be kept here forever... Slowly and in a silent way you'll stop moving and drifting to your death. Yes! You are heading straight to your doom. That's right; you need to know what's about to happen to you. You'll be slowly immersed into a cold, liquid state from which you won't be able to move from. Your body will stop fighting and will finally accept death. Yes, death! Now take in this feeling and be ready for it, you pervert!"

m then she would still be here. I grabbed they keys from Nash and ran out the hospital. I turned they into ignition and started to drive off. I don't know where. Just somewhere away from here. Somewhere, where I could go and die and nobody would ever find me. [song recommendation: power trip by j Cole.] I Grab a bottle of vodka that I knew we kept under the seat and started to drink it. I wanted to drown my thoughts away. "Would you believe me if I said I'm in love? Baby, I want you to want me. Would you believe me if I said I'm in love? Baby, I want you" I sang along to the radio as I took more swigs.

"What if I kill him?" He raised a brow, but his smile stayed intact. "Answer me," I pressed, twirling the ring that somehow fit perfectly well. "What if I shoot him dead?" He broke into a laugh as he dragged another smoke, then nodded. "Even better, darling." He turned and walked away, leaving me standing in front of my mother's ashes, ready to betray her in every way possible.

Saying it to myself just confirms oh stupid that sounds, and until I wake up to get answers I might as well not even try figuring it out. Out of nowhere the tingles stop abruptly, and I get a feeling of emptiness that seems to drag on forever. I start feeling like I’m drowning in the darkness without hope, and the feeling begins to enveloping me. Then it feels like someone starts squeezing my heart with all the sadness and all the rejection that I’ve ever felt starts to consume every inch of my body.