Drip, Drip, Drop,
three drops of blood slowly hit the floor,
Drop, Drip, Drop, Drip,
slowly there?s four more.
The floor is now a puddle,
A puddle of blood...
A puddle of thought,
Pain and suffering,
Hate and evil...that?s all I got.
I?m nothing more than memories now,
Remember me tomorrow,
Remember me as the best,
Remember me as who I was,
As they lay my body to rest.
The end is near,
I no longer feel my heart beat.
Blood is dripping and falling,
From my wrist to my feet.
Soon I will no longer suffer,
Never again will I cry,
I will stop now,
So I can be in peace as I die.
