My thoughts roam around
Never settling on one subject
I can't see the lights any more
I only hear the voice
The one that has become my friend
It tells me to jump
So I do
I confide my fears into it
And it gives me my solution
I hold the razor so close and tight
I bring it to my wrist so white
I slice it open
Seeing the blood so sweet
It runs out of my body onto the floor
I suddenly grow cold and blink no more
