You keep telling it’ll get better tomorrow
Tomorrow comes, you acting like a ventriloquist doll
Acting as if everything is okay, ignoring my sorrow
Your lies, bullshit and ignorance, it takes an awful toll
Just let me go, I am begging you please
Give me a sharp knife and shut the door
I will take my stupid life with ease
Laying on the floor, I will be no more
My wrists are slashed, I am laughing at you
whilst I’m bleeding out, tricking out of life
Covered in blood. There is nothing new,
slowly dying holding the bloody knife