This thing inwraps me, I dont know what to do about it. So I sit here cutting away. I hear a voice but I have lost to much blood. Ah, maybe im high, maybe Ill die.
Is that mom? Ah, who cares. Now there’s a docter saying “its to late.” As I hear my heartbeat die into the noise of my mom sobbing over my broken skin. Everything is so good, but maybe, just maybe ill take a little nap.