My Dying Day

So please, just slit my wrists.
Let it bleed an ocean.
Because I can't bear to live.
With myself as everyone grows angrier

So this, my dying day, I sing a song of despair.
Oh, hello razor, it's been a while.
I've missed you, drowning in this polluted air.
So I sing to you, as the blood runs free.

Come, come to me, my dying day