I bring the knife to my wrist,
To end the pain with one quick slice,
Cause I know I won't be missed,
This pain I feel will never end,
It's gonna follow me always,
Even in Hell... this pain will never end,
So I might as well end it all in so many ways,
I slice my wrist and hold my head under...
I slip away, but on the way I whisper these words through my quivering lips, "I'll see you all in Hell..."
