Grabbed the razor
moved beside the sink...
My life floated around my razor
it was my best mate...
Behind my blue eyes
lots of things flow...
When your upset
don't turn to your friend the knife...
Locked up in the school toilets
her choice was now made...
Help me, help me please
my arms are ripped to shreds...
May the good lord keep you
wrapped up in his arms...
Come listen to my story
which I'm sure is true...
Empty box of pills
a razor in my hand...
Sometimes we need
to take of and do our own things...
God will watch you, if you believe
in life after death...
How many people have died today
how many have took their live away...