10 shaking fingers, trace my
9 faded scars, as they run across
8 new wounds
7 times I almost black out
6 times I start losing my
5 more minutes I kno I will be gone, the
4 pillows propping me up begin to fall
3 tears fall down my cold cheeks, from
2 red eyes and when all is said and done,
1 more chance would have killed me faster.
