Some people trade life for the bottom of a whiskey bottle Too far gone, can't get it back now Some people love the pills They'll eat an entire bottle If that don't work, they'll cut their wrists off Some people love who*es They'll spend every f**ing dollar Go home empty,not an ounce of self-respect Happiness must be a dream I know it ain't material I've seen men search the world but die alone in the end So f**ing alone No woman, no wine, no pills can cure this f**ing disease It's in my brain No matter what I do, I can't get it out my head Years of memories flood my brain I just wanna sever these f**ing veins so I can sleep forever never coming back no more Too far gone Too far gone Too far gone Too far gone can't get it back