You can see that I'm afraid
as i hold the razor blade
here i sit and slit my wrists
my eyes are dazed in a depression mist
i watch the blood run down my wrist
wondering why i feel so pissed
i don't feel the pain in my heart anymore
all i feel is my wrist burning and sore
why don't i die tonight
so i no longer i have to fight
i lived in pain all my life
so all i have to do is pick up a knife
cut once cut twice now I'm dead
all you see is red
