I feel life in my hands and
sickens me, I feel my hands
tighten as to grip this life
to squeeze it out to bleed
it out.

I cant bare to look to see this
life I want to end it but I cant
do it, i must live with myself
weak.

To weak to end my self, to end
this torment, this life that flows
through me. I look at my self it
sickens me but for now life with
still beat within me.