This is my story
of my suicide...

I pick up the knife
and begin to slice...

No more love for myself
No more love for others...

My blood falls to the floor
drip by drip...

You say you want to know
Why I do this to myself...

Do you see
these marks on me...

Good-byes are always hard to say
And I don't like them anyway...

Take this knife and do me in
Thats right Im letting you win...

I'm so scared to lose you
I don't know what to do...

Burnt
but who cares...

The biggest urge of all
feels like I'm gonna fall...

I think of her
several times a day...