Such a beautiful color,crimson, flowing from my wrists onto the cold wooden floor
Those stains left on the rug outside my bedroom door
The pain is so refreshing. It feels so good
Just like love did. And I know it still could.
The blood makes a sound:"Drip. Drop"
I now realize what I have done. I want it to stop
"NO!" I cry
As I realize I don't want to die
Then I see that it was a terrible lie
Cuz I am sick of this life
But I do not want to end it with a knife
To be cut by the blade
Even with all the outcomes weighed
I\'d rather jump into traffic
And my life to disappear like magic
And die on the impact of a truck
What ever takes my life...I really don't give a f#@$!
