Take a blade and make the cut,
Hope the pain will lift me up,
Turn on the taps and plug the sink,
I've had all the time I need to think.
And though I swore on the love,
For my family and friends that I would try,
Now I swear by my red coated hands.
That now, it's my time to die.
Keep the wound open, keeping it warm,
The blood flows, I feel a calm within the storm,
And the clock on the wall ticks my life away,
And the sunlight blinds me of the clouds so grey.
Everything that I try to do,
It always goes down the drain,
So now I'm counting on my life,
To do the very same.
Suddenly I hear someone and start to tidy up,
Gotta mop up the mess of the cut,
Rinse the sink, rinse my hands,
Dry it all and try to stand.
Sitting in the classroom,
Nothing seems to be wrong,
But I know the secret under my watch,
Will be there, my whole life long.
