Dying numb

I'm lying on the streets naked and cold, Bankrupt and alone nothing to hold, Scars on my wrists and bloodied up things, Angels have come to clip my black wings, there's blood in my hair and blood on the floor, Blood on the ground and blood on the door, There's a river flowing...another one will appear, And as this river flows all my problems will disappear, So here's to slicing my wrists yet again. Here's to feeling some more pain, Here's to me being so dumb, Here's to dying cold and numb!!