Bullets Like Knives

The crimson blood all over the floor
shows exactly what happened the day before.
Those cuts on her wrists,
oh the stories they tell.
A l o s t love,
A love farewell.

The razor stuck within her skin
shows her true feelings again and again.
With the s h i n y gun
held in her hand,
she can't see straight...
She can't even stand.

On the table is a l i t t l e note.
The last thing she ever wrote.
Her whole heart poured out
in three little words.
Writing them
hurt her the worse.

The last breath she will ever take.
Just one soft noise that she'll make.
With the loaded gun
about to f i r e,
she only has time
for one s m a l l smile.