Im sitting here listning to you read about the Blade
and how you wish your life should fade away
longing for the end to come
because your life has come undone
A cut of the wrists, a quick little slice
At first its free, but pains the price
You long to feel, the pain inside
A little part of you, that you couldn't just hide
Grab the blade put it to your rist
press real hard then slide it across your rist
as blood starts to come out you feel a rush
a rush that feels good but just the smallest pain