Just take the blade across the skin,
Cut deep inside like everyday again.
Cut through the pain we have to live in.
Cut through the days and all the pain,
Just let the blood flow and drain.
It?s no big deal everybody does it they say.
They say it?s no big deal the pain we go through everyday.
Use the blade, the pistol, you choose the way.
But it must be done, and this is way, I choose today.
Before today is over, gone, and dead for me,
How far in the future could I look and see?
Thinking of all the suicidal tendencies.
Wether today is gone or not, life is reality.
Live through the pain, or die of a suicidal tendency?
I must hurry and choose my death.
This is the time in life that I may regret.
But I chose the blade, cut in deep, and really bled.
I'm watching it as I felt faint with a light head.
It took a while to realize that I never woke, I am dead. |
