Am I too die here tonight
With blood streaming from my wrist
With pills in my stomach making my whole body hurt
With alcohol in my blood from the whiskey I drank to ease the pain
And with this razor blade by my side
Am I too die here tonight in this bed
With tears running down my face
With their words in my head
And will they read my note?
Will they hear my pleading screams
Will they even notice I'm away
All the answers are "no"
No, I'm not going to die here tonight
It's going to ease the hurting, but only for an hour or two
There will be no blood
And no alcohol in it
Because it's only imagination
All in my mind
The pain will go on and on
Never let me go
I'm going to carry it to my grave
And longer.
