The pain is getting stronger
So I don't know if I'm going to last longer
I felt the pain increase
While my chances to live slowly decrease
I started to say goodbye
Cos I didn't knew if I could go through this night
The blood in my veins was cold
But I knew I had to hold on
I knew it wasn't my end
But that will happen again and again
I don't want to die
But I don't want to live
So I just slit my wrists
I can let the pain go away
But for some reason it wants to stay
Is the way the pain comes
It seems to hit me directly in my lungs
And then it spred to all my veins
That's why I slit my wrists that way
Over and over again
And I left people with nothing to say
I can hide them
or I can lie to them
They're always trying to know everything
Everything about my life
And why I carry a knife
I should tell them what I do
But I prefer they don't have a clue
Someday they'll know it
Meanwhile...I will not show it...
