I pull the razor out
And I slowly start to heal
I make the first cut
And I slowly start to feel
I wonder if I'll cut deep enough
And what'll happen if I do
Would anybody notice
Will I disappear from all of you
A drop of blood hit the floor
The nightly need starts to fade
But I keep wondering
As cut number 2 is made
Will I die this time
Will I be hated
Will I ever be forgiven
For all the lies I've stated
Will people pay more attention
When someone says they want to die
Will they stop thinking its for attention
And start really finding out why
Does it even matter
That I'm about to die
Will it matter that I committed suicide
Will anybody care to find out why
