Slice, slice, slice

I sit on my bed,
stareing at the knife
just thinking
"slice, slice, slice"

lately thats all i ever think about
your with her
i'm alone

"slice slice slice"

you love her and don't care about me

"slice slice slice"

you think of her instead of me
i just want everything to be the way they use to be

"slice slice slice"

everyone hates me
yes they do
even you

"slice slice slice"

i start to think of course,
about you

"slice slice slice"

and inside i slowly start to die

"slice slice slice"