The blade slowly dragging
against my trembling wrist...

Oceans apart.
i sit here tonight...

Holding this against my wrist
and watching you do nothing again...

I used a razor blade today.
It worked much better...

Scars on my arms
That wont go away...

I'm sick of life
I'm sick of feeling this way...

A smooth white layer
a silver tool...

The knife slipped through my skin,
the Cold ache of the cut...

I'm So conn fussed...
You were happy with me...

A lit match
A bloody razor...

Suicide my only compromise
Yet who will care...

Pull the pin from a savage hand grenade,
Or drown out life with a shiny sharp blade...