Underground it's frozen, this lifeless body lays,
Waits to go to heaven one of these days.
Her last prayer was to end this life,
But God would not listen, so she turned to that friendly knife.
She kept it in a nice little box, with nice silky white ribbon that was stained red.
She had it hid in a corner underneath her bed.
The last time she picked it up, there was that last thought that went through her head.
It was of him, and what he did to her,
He was one of the reasons that she wanted to die, for sure.
So a slit on one wrist she saw his smile,
And it made her pause for a short while.
She felt his soft lips press up against hers on last time,
Then she thought back to that night.
She invisioned him kissing that other girl,
And then from one wrist blood poured on the floor.
She saw his smile once more.
Then she shook and picked up the knife again,
For this knife was the only one she could trust, her only friend.
She slit the other wrist and all went dark.
And I love him, was her last remark.
