As I open up this new wound and the blood spills,
I can see all the pain empty out and air refill.
The tears roll down my warm cheeks, my heart beats slow.
The blood flow continues and there goes all my sorrows.
My lungs are filling up with air, I'm now gasping for breath.
I'm starting to hyperventalate as if i'm a new addict to meth.
My new cut is deep and all my flesh is exposed.
As I perish away I start to realize my story hasn't even been told.
My blood doesn't stop and I'm weakening by the minute.
This was my choice and there's nothing I can do, I'm finished.
As I lay there and I'm waisting away, I close my eyes not facing the pain.
Cause God has me in his hands now, and he's holding onto me tight as a friend.
I just want to let my loved ones know I'm sorry it had to end.
