Shes sits in the bath,
The razor in her hand...

Darling when you read this I will be dead,
But I need you to understand why...

I stand on top of a building,
Eleven stories high...

She sits staring out of the window,
At the snow falling down outside...

I wear a bracelet on my arm,
Of the most beautiful ruby red...

I sit here in the hospital,
Clutching at your hand...

Cranberry squash, Cranberry squash!
You help me see things through...

Put the razor against my arm,
Drag the blade right in...

Depression aint a joke.
It will never go away...

This pain has been locked up inside of me too...
Its starting to break free...

I look in the mirror,
And all I see...

While you are going about your business today,
I ask you to just think for a few moments...