"Counting"
1, 2, 3, 4, 5,
Six cuts and I'm still alive,
7, 8, 9, 10,
I've already died but I'm back again,
12, 13, 14, 15,
Make that 16 and I'm no longer living fine,
17, 18, 19, more
I hope my dad doesn't open the door,
24, 25,
I'm feeling like dying,
26, 27,
I can not finish,
Because that was the last blood I saw in my existence,
I am limp, and white like a rose,
Fragile and dead I suppose.
