See my reflection in the blade,

and watch the years begin to fade.

Feel a tear run down my face,

i really hate this fucking place.

It hurts to think of the happy times,

not that many come to mind.

It hides the pain from deep within,

feel the metal touch my skin.

Slit the lifelines, blood runs red,

in a while, i'll be dead.

Feel the precense of grim reaper,

as i get dizzy and a little weaker.