The light slowly fading,
I see a familiar puddle,
so dark and so black,
I look back to my wrists,
saw that smooth cut,
So fine under that blanket of blood.
I see this everyday,
Each time looking so new I never seem to know why though,
that little trickle of blood, letting it fall into a puddle, turning so dark inside.
When I'm done I clean the puddle,
The rag covered in red,
I grab my arm bands slip them over my fresh slashes,
Pull my sleeves down around them, throw the towel in the wash and leave.
Later I find myself sitting in my room sitting 의해 the window i stare down at the cuts,
Thinking about what each one ment to me,
As I made one so deep so sweet, it leaves me thinking so quite
I fall asleep to my own sweet cry and dream about the way I die.
It comes to me so clear it wasn't ment to be I should not be in this world
do I wake up 또는 not?
I see a familiar puddle,
so dark and so black,
I look back to my wrists,
saw that smooth cut,
So fine under that blanket of blood.
I see this everyday,
Each time looking so new I never seem to know why though,
that little trickle of blood, letting it fall into a puddle, turning so dark inside.
When I'm done I clean the puddle,
The rag covered in red,
I grab my arm bands slip them over my fresh slashes,
Pull my sleeves down around them, throw the towel in the wash and leave.
Later I find myself sitting in my room sitting 의해 the window i stare down at the cuts,
Thinking about what each one ment to me,
As I made one so deep so sweet, it leaves me thinking so quite
I fall asleep to my own sweet cry and dream about the way I die.
It comes to me so clear it wasn't ment to be I should not be in this world
do I wake up 또는 not?
