They say that time will heal wounds,
but who knows if that's true,
I've waited time and time again
but still I'm feeling blue.
This gloom remains above my head
with rainstorms pouring down,
And I can't think of anything
to help me fix my frown.
I haven't asked my friends for help,
I haven't asked a soul,
'Cause I don't want to bother them
or drag them in this hole.
It's hard to tell if I exist
or if my life is real,
The only way to know for sure
is with this sharp cold steel.
I know that this is not the way,
but oh well I don't care,
Just one more slice is all I need
then no more cuts I swear...