I take a knife to my wrist i cut
i cut deep i cut far into my arm...

Im sorry I did it but I guess it was meant to be...

The blade gleams as I reach for it
I think to myself maybe this would be a miracle...

The gun gleams in the moon light
I stare at it...

The gun gleams
the gun look fine...

I grab a knife a cut i ask myself why don't i just...
Why don't i just end the pain and suffering...