The razor trips
across my wrists
nothing steep
nothing deep
a little pain
a scarlet stain
a crimson web to help me keep
a little sober, little sane
a little longer
a bit stonger
Cherry jam across my wrists
a speck of blood, a tiny vein
Draining down to reach my fists
lost in the mist
twist
twist
slip it, slash it, surface pain
a lot to lose
enough to gain

Touch the cording
with my fingers
pulsing throb of life still lingers
If i press
a little steeper
little steeper
little deeper
little further round the bend
Purgatory'd finally end
no voices calling
choices falling
no more crawling
slipping
stalling
maybe...

If I brought it to an end
If I skipped the chance to mend
find release
purchase peace
But lose my last and dearest friend
Never see your face again
Just slip away
into the mist
through all those tangles on my wrist
Never see your face again
Never glimse the crooked grin
And Hell my final resting place
to burn within
and drown in sin
never see your face again

If you saw me
bleeding now
You'd hit me hard and say "YOU COW"
"It's not supposed to end like this
Not with a slip up on your wrist
silly girl
what about me?
Don't you see?
You've not been kissed
You might be missed
at least by me
at least by me..."

You'd make me laugh
and make me stay
and have me put the blades away
watch me stumble, stand and stray
love me for it anyway...
I hope.

No.
Nope.
No I can't
I won't today
It would be easy
but I'll stay
face it all
for one more day
Becasue I'd miss you all the way.