8 Dollars from Glitter by Katie Wright

Sometimes I wish it would just end. I’m losing friends to this disease. And it will take me in the end. But you don’t want to talk about it. Pretend it’s not real. Ignore how I feel. Some days I’m overwhelmed by it, but I don’t want to leave. No, I don’t wanna leave. Just keep pushing till my soul bleeds. Just keep pushing. Oh, I’m getting tired of almost dying. And I’m not the same as I was before. Oh, but I’m the same as I was. I swear I will make this change, just need to stay long enough to see. Oh, I don’t want to leave. No, I don’t wanna leave. Just keep pushing till my soul bleeds. Just keep pushing. Just keep pushing till my soul bleeds. And ooo it’s 8 dollars. Ooo 8 dollars. Ooo it’s 8 dollars. Ooo 8 dollars…for a can of…poison. Just keep pushing till my soul bleeds. Just keep pushing. Just keep pushing till my soul bleeds. And it’s 8 dollars. It’s 8 dollars. It’s 8 dollars. 8 dollars. It’s 8 dollars…for a can of…poison.

• Folk
• folk pop rock
• folk rock
• indie pop
• indie rock
• Seattle