Suicide It's all i think about Suicide Can't get it out Suicide So hard to resist Suicide resist the urge to slit my wrist Suicide wishing i had a gun Suicide all i have is a small razor Suicide so i drag the blade across my legs and arms Suicide wishing to do myself much more harm Suicide and i wake soaked in blood Suicide cuts all over my body Suicide and im still somehow alive Suicide deep and long so much blood lost Suicide how am i still here? Suicide I really need a gun Suicide one day... one day Suicide