Were all gunna die!
Twirls it around
Contemplates who to use it on
Looks around her
Looks at herself
Than at her friends
Someone must die
But she couldn't bear harming her friends
It would be unbearable to live with
Slowly turns to each of them. . .
Looks at them sorrowfully
Almost like she's apologizing
Saying that it has to be done
And turns the knife on herself
And slowly watches as the blood drains away
And slowly dies as the life floods out of her
She thinks about the people around her
Will they remember me when im gone . . .