Blood pouring down my neck
But I can't let a speck
Get anywhere
And I can't share
This with anyone
I wish I had a gun
My friends wonder about this cut
And why I shut
The door and cry
And why I want to die
I carry a knife
And think about my life
And how does it suck
Just my luck
I lost my grip
And let the knife slip
Now I lay bleeding on the ground
Not making a sound
At my funeral will you cry?
Give me even a sigh
Or have a party
Because "Ms Smarty
B****" is gone
For an eternity long
