It's not because it's Sunday morning
That there are tears now in my eyes...
Inside my soul a graveyard lies,
strickened to a drab scenery...
Oh, I long to go numb,
To never again feel this pain...
This is my existence
Ended by the knife...
Today
is the day...
How will it happen?
I ask again and again...
I wonder what was going through your head at the...
I bet you were thinking Please no I still have so...
Death comes quicker than u think.it takes love one...
Blade running through my skin
puncturing deep within...
I lay my head down for the last time . . .
I know death is almost here...
She's lying there in bed
scars painting her head...
I'm so sorry.
Do you forgive me...