The razor trembles in my hand
Empty walls can't help but stare
At the soul who will eventually
Lie cold and bare

For I couldn't remember
When there was a light
Everywhere I looked
Was darkness and fright

So I pull the blade closer
Uttering one last goodbye
God, why did I have to be so ugly
When I cried?

And as I watch the sink go red
Life oozing out of me in crimson threads
A thought still lingers in the air
When I'm gone, will anyone care?