I'm good, I'm gone

And if the whiskey don't kill me, I don't know what will

old & new pics mixed.

Like mexican dogs, nobody gave us names

I hate January, and when I say hate I truly mean hate.

January,

stop bringing me down.

I used be alive, now I feel pathetic

Why'd I have to go and meet somebody like you?

Why'd you have to go and hurt somebody like me?

How could you do somebody like that?

Hope you know that I'm never coming back.

Depending on you is done.

Giving to you is done.

No more eating, no sleeping, no living,

It's all just more giving to you

and I'm done.