Slit my wrist and hope to die,
bloody razor by my eye,
And if I die bofore I wake,
I pray to heven my soul will take,
But if I live through out this night,
Ill try again with all my might

She plays beautiful music
music with a twist
the piano keys are razorblades
and she plays them on her wrist

"Death--the last sleep? No, it is the final awakening."

My wings may be broken, but I still find the courage to fly

I wish i may,
i wish i might,
i wish i die tomorrow night.

I play the violin,
I practice everynight,
The violin is my wrist,
The bow is my knife...

Have you ever wanted to die
just too see
who would come too your funeral

When suicide is on your mind, you are clouded from the beuty of life

Suicide,?,?, well that sounds very nice, let me get my knife, and u can write our lie

So wear me like a locket around your throat ,
ill weigh you down,
ill watch you choke