Death Wish
I put the blade up to my wrist,
cutting out pieces to watch the blood drip,
sitting here waiting and wanting to die,
I can see my soul soaring away from the sky,
not knowing which way it'll take me next,
the pain of carving myself seems to feel the best.
I wish it would end as quick as it came,
but sorrow allways makes it feel the same.
Im letting you know now that I wish I was dead,
For no more than a reason a small bullet to the head.
I wish I hadn't seen what I saw before,
but knowing now that I did my life seems to be such a bore.
cutting out pieces to watch the blood drip,
sitting here waiting and wanting to die,
I can see my soul soaring away from the sky,
not knowing which way it'll take me next,
the pain of carving myself seems to feel the best.
I wish it would end as quick as it came,
but sorrow allways makes it feel the same.
Im letting you know now that I wish I was dead,
For no more than a reason a small bullet to the head.
I wish I hadn't seen what I saw before,
but knowing now that I did my life seems to be such a bore.
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