075.

One day she might just collapse, she can't avoid it.
Too many sleepless nights spent bent over her toilet.
Spewing vomit, like she was an alcoholic,
Praying to a god she never believed in to stop it.

So close to death she can taste it, body looks wasted.
Hates life, hates you, hates the way she looks naked.
She's feeling drowzy lousy,
Thinking ''Maybe this world's better off without me.''