2004-11-29 - 2:58 AM
There's something beautiful about the sound
Of my life dripping to the ground
Slowly pooling on the stained floor
While my red reflection begs for more
The razor skins my sins away
But also dims the light of day
So I heal the hurt, but lose the path
This twisted irony makes me laugh
Whether I cut or not, it'll end up the same
Either way, I'll give in to the pain
But cutting helps me endure it longer
Until the time the pain is stronger
And when it happens, I'll be ready
My anticipation is growing steady
It's very scary cuz I might just do it
I'll choose death over life.. I always knew it
So in a way, I've already died
Life's a cab, and I'm in it for the ride
So take me to the other side
I'll pay my fare with wrists cut wide
