Give me a knife but don’t follow
I’m cold and slowly bleeding out
It’s hard information for you to swallow
but you didn’t hear my screams and shouts
You might know, a sensitive matter, you might know
That I have committed a suicidal act
Slashed my pale wrists, I want to go
I am oozing out and that is the fact
The harsh time is going exceedingly slow
Shivering and cold to my freezing core
Blood glistening, pooling around my body
Leaving my corpse on the cold floor
A bloody spectacle for everybody
to see.