Everything is starting to look like a mist
With bleeding wrists
Why do I even try?
I guess it's time to say goodbye
Popping pill after pill
No more pain to feel
With the cold blade
Everything starts to fade
Drop after drop after drop
You hear a faint pop
Eyes grow heavy
Your heartbeats unsteady
You drop to the floor
Mama bangin on the door
Dead silence
No more violence...
~Goodbye~
