"Pass me a glass" is the first thing that she said

But little closer and you'll end up in regret

I'd tried to stop her but the flow is in her head

She pop'd another pill; well that not, she was dead

I'd couldn't help it but i felt a bit upset

I felt the eyes on me, the eyes are burning red

Play once indeed but i was fueled with dread

Then the thought occured to me: "This night I won’t forget"

Legs spread on the floor

Not what like you were before

Mind gone nothing more

Turned into a messy chore (x3)