You played with the knife

No more pain, you breathed,

And then you took your life…

Cries of grief no one ever heeded

Deafened you, deadened you.


You didn't know what to do

So you shook hands with pain

You felt there was nothing to gain

From an accursed, wretched life

You said hello to the knife.


There you are, lying on the floor…

Life was such a drag, such a bore

Now there's blood on your face

Yes, it was such a hopeless case,

And now there's blood on your face.