She gets the rusty razorblade
And she slices across her arm.
She thought if she did it once,
It wouldn't cause any harm.
But that razor sank too deep,
Slicing through her vein.
Blood spilling freely,
Nothing left to gain.
Such a short life she lived,
Before suicide was her way.
It may have been an accident,
But eternity is what she'll pay.
Standing in this pool of blood
Wondering how this could be,
Suddenly I realize,
This is the suicide of me... |