These tears are mixing with the blood and I don't know what I'm doing as the knife slashed my wrist.
It's dripping, dripping down my wrist to my fingers and I hear the drip, drip, drop on the tile floor.
I lay there bleeding out, a gun by my side and a rope hanging from the ceiling.
So many ways to die but I'm too afraid to take my life tonight.
So I'm fading away..
