As my life passes through my eyes,
It all seemed like brutal lies.
I can't have you.
I must not have you.
No one can know
That you're part of me.
I love you. I always will.
I must end it all.
What was my purpose in life?
I don't know, ask the knife.
The knife of pain!
The knife of blood!
The knife of suicide.
Depression is like a riptide,
It will take you away
in a blink of an eye.
So maybe this is why,
Why my life is full of lies.
As blood drips onto the bathroom tile
It all seems to fade as I
lay in my own blood puddle.
I think to myself in a confused way
that this has to be the way.
