One cut,
Two cuts,
Three cuts,
Four,
Come on, darling what's one more?

Five cuts,
Six cuts,
Seven cuts,
Eight,
Oh, what a mess this will create...

Do you remember when you were a child,
And though,
That when you became a teenager;
When you become older,
You would party every night,
Until 4 am.

It's quite ironic;
Because little did you know,
That at 4 am,
You'd be hysterically crying;
Debating whether to take you life,
Or not.

You said i fell,
too hard, to fast.
My heart not healed,
from my wounded past.

The angry words,
The cruel remakes,
Another rejection,
Alone in the dark.

Tired of hurting,
Tried of pain,
I never want,
To feel again.

Can't stop crying,
Tears fall like rain.
All my efforts,
Always in vain.

Will it ever end?
My empty life?
Within my heart
A twisted knife.

My tears won't stop,
My heart won't mend,
Always broken,
Always the end.

I'll say goodbye,
I'll walk away,
Can't take this heartache,
For one more day.

I'll hear your voice,
I'll see your face,
And fade into darkness,
Away from this place.

I'll be forgotten,
I won't be missed.
Gone from this world,
I no longer exist.