There's this angel that I know,
Who loved to dance in fields of gold.
He took my hand, and held it tight.
Helped me on my darkest nights.
With golden hair and chocolate eyes,
He turned to me with such surprise.
He pulled me close, and kissed me so,
Touched me in ways you'll never know.
But then a tear escaped his eyes,
How come I'd never sensed the lies?
With iron hands you clenched my heart,
Dug in your nails, tore it apart.
And then you smiled,
And walked away.
You left my life in disarray.
So with a razor in my fist,
I'll drag this blade across my wrists.
You could say it's CUTE without the E,
Like suicidal Ecstasy.
If I've tried it once,
I've tried it twice.
Each time you have to pay the price.
So goodbye school and goodbye clothes,
Goodbye to those I'll never know.
Goodbye love and goodbye life,
For this addiction to my knife,
Cannot be cured,
It's a disease.
