i take a knife and hold it close,
slowly but surly i cut my throat,
and before i know it i begin to cry
out pours the blood i begin to die,
but i am going now and won't be back,
the light is getting dimmer,
getting closer now to black,
i'm not afraid of darkness,
no not afraid to die,
but one thing i'm afraid of is that you are going to cry,
or even somthing dummer,
and decide that you should try,
try to follow with me,
end your life along with mine,
 its to late now, i'm getting weak,
its getting really dark, i fall down to my knees and die,
 i'm really truly sorry that i didn't say goodbye!
i wish that i could turn back time and
stop myself from suicide,
 

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