I'm going to take this razor, to my wrist,
and add some color, I insit.
The color of crimson, a crimson so bold,
let it flow till my body turns cold.
I'm on the floor all motionless,
I could have been saved by one last kiss.
I'm cold, and damp, dark and dreary,
I cried out for help, but no one would hear me.
The memories of the love, that she gave me,
that very love is all that can save me.
Loosing feeling, as I close my eyes,
so this is how it feels when your heart dies.
Now I'm waiting for my time to pass,
it's finnaly over, it's done at last.
