Short
My story is short
And so is my life
I cant take the pain
or the fights
so I cut out the pain with a kitchen knife.
It felt so good that I began to cry
Tears of blood drained from my eyes
The first time was great
so I did it again on the other wrist
As more blood left it took the pain with it
Again I slit, and cut
The carpet is stained with my crimson blood
The knife drops to the floor
and hits with a bang!
But not before my limp body
My pain surrounds me
Disguised as my blood
Now im stained with it
Told you it was short...
And so is my life
I cant take the pain
or the fights
so I cut out the pain with a kitchen knife.
It felt so good that I began to cry
Tears of blood drained from my eyes
The first time was great
so I did it again on the other wrist
As more blood left it took the pain with it
Again I slit, and cut
The carpet is stained with my crimson blood
The knife drops to the floor
and hits with a bang!
But not before my limp body
My pain surrounds me
Disguised as my blood
Now im stained with it
Told you it was short...