The angels will protect me, The angels will not harm, The only thing that hurts Is the knife into my arm Mother comes home to me, She sees me on the floor,
She hurry’s to my father She rushes to the door I’m long gone by the time they come,
My life is no longer more, The blood had rushed out of me, And stained the kitchen floor I'm writing this is heaven, My arm is still quite sore, But remember one thing Your parents and friends love you, No less no more