I see you i the corner
slashing your wrists
i hear you asking god
why it ended up like this
i taste the fallen tears
that tear you up inside
i smell the fresh cut blood
that makes you want to die
i remember what had happened
to pick you up the knife
i saw what mad you hurt yourself
and take away your life
so remember i cant leave you
like everyone had done
so pick up daddys shotgun,
come on lets have some fun
let go of all that hurts you
and the wrath that you abide,
let it kill you slowly
your heartfelt suicide.
