Ive found myself so far out of hands
Just wondering in the dark
Noway out when I look around
No one here but me
Everything I reach for
Just cant keep a grip on life
Every hand that touches me
Seems to have the coldest touch
All I can think about is if I'm going to live or die
When I pull out a rusty razor
From this old pocket of my jeans
I make a pretty cut
From my wrist right up my arm
Right down deep,slicing into the vein
Blood gushes out
What a beautiful site to see
Nothing more to say I guess
But just this last request
Tell my love,my friends and my family
Just how much I love them
And this was the only way I found out
I cut to deep for the last time
I'll just wait and watch the pain drain out red
Just this last night I lay on the cold floor
Suffering Fighting for another breath
By morning Ill be dead
