You take your blade
Pull it up to your wrist
You know now you can't handle this
You slice it quick and the blood pours fast
You close your eyes and picture your life,
you know you are slipping away and you are slipping away fast
You dig the blade in,
feels like a snake bitting at your skin,
Then you realize its over
You have gone away
You see your parents standing over your casket and you fly away
You fly so high you disappear into the sky.
