"THE BLOOD STAINED SHIRT"

WHY DOES LIFE SEEM SO USELESS
MOST OF THE TIME 
WHEN ALL I EVER HEAR IS PEOPLE 
SCREAMING AND YELLING AT ME
WHEN I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING 

IS LIFE REALLY WORTH LIVING 
ALL IF THE TIME I ASK MYSELF 
WITH A RAZOR IN MY HAND 
CUT DEEP AND INTO THE VEINS 
I TELL MYSELF

LET THE BLOOD FLOW DOWN MY
ARM AND INTO MY HAND 
SO WHEN I FALL THE LAST THING 
I TOUCH WILL HAVE MY MARK 
A HAND ON HER CHEST 

SHE NEVER WASHED THE SHIRT 
THAT HAD THE BLOOD STAIN OF HER LOVER 
AND THE BLOOD THAT FLOWED INTO MY
HAND TOUCHED HER SHIRT AND 
SHE WORE IT TO MY FUNERAL AND THEN INTO HER TOMB