I hold the knife
as I aim for my wrist
but now I'm fighting for my life
As I give it one last twist
My eyes are shot
all I see is Red
What more have I got
I feel faint in the head
I fall to the ground
not a soul in sight
When I am found
I no longer fight
pain is gone
and so am I
I got to sing my final song
as I layed there to die
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