There are empty bottles of alcohol on the floor
i've barricaded the door
the knife is in my hand
my families' heads are buried in the sand
tears pouring down my cheeks
watching as the blood slowly leaks
my heart is pouding in my chest
as i tell myself it's for the best
i stab the knife into my veins
happily embracing the pain
everyone will be happy now
that this stupiod cow is gone
my vision becomes hazy
some of you might think i'm crazy
i feel my life slowly slipping away
but i know, that it's better for everyone, this way.