Now this knife i feel so dear
holding it so close so near
hoping as to slit my skin on its wayning edge
how happiness lies on its blade
the blade to end my sorrow
so that i shall never wake up i will see no tomorrow
just a last thought before i go
just as a reminder when you feel the wind blow
if you should see once more my face
and your heart it does make race
just remember this one thing
I've just left for a bit while i gain my wings
