Cut a little deeper,
breathe a little less...

Is it common for others to feel this way?
Is it common for others to shoot a gun this way...

There's a drug to make you numb.
There's a drug to make you fuzzy...

It's so hard to resist,
letting blood bleed from my wrists...

I'm counting down,
to the emotional breakdown...

Dealing with the death of a friend,
can this just end...

In a corner she sits,
singing herself to sleep...

Depressingly beautiful;
the smile on her face...

There she stands,
draped in dreams...

Sitting here,
as death crouches near...

When I smile.
When I laugh...

I lay on the carpet.
The blood staining the floor...