I'm sick of all the b*******, I see I'm no good for you, you
say you want me to die well you've got your wish, and I've
got my knife. Just to make your insides churn I'll tell you
what I'll do. I'll sit in the bathtub, and open up all my
old cuts, and I'll watch the blood flow, and just out o
spite for you I'll smile, and dig deeper, till my blood's
literally starts gushing out, you pressure me way too much,
you don't even love me a bit so why cry for me when there's
no love in your heart for me? The blood's flowing more, and
more now there's no way I'll live, and I'm happy because I
don't want to live, then I'm gone minutes later, and then
you walk in, and see my lifeless body floating in the bloody
river.