The same old pain, the same old pain..
The needle in my skin, the razor in my hand..
The blood begins to run as my head begins to spin..
The same old pain, the same old pain..
The needle in my skin, the razor in my hand..
The blood begins to run as my head begins to spin..
The shallow red pool in the middle of the floor..
The glistening red smear on the bathroom mirror..
My heart begins to flutter as I’m lying on the floor..
I close my eyes to allow a sweet death to overtake me..
There’s a knock at the door athe sound of your voice..
Darkness engulfs me in the moment of death..