Fom One To The Other

I wanna die,
I wanna cry, just to say goodbye.
I wanna put the rope on my throat,
To sink instead of float.

I wanna see blood,
No... I need to see, feel blood.
On my hands,
So I know it was a good plan.

I go from depressed to crazy,
But I don't wanna say goodbye to my baby.
I'm a psycho killer,
They're all the same, that's right. I did stab her.