• Knife in hand,
    Wanting to end my life,
    Lying down on the land,
    My life full of strife,
    The ground cold and hard,
    I'm seeping through,
    I've played my last card,
    Everythingthing around me dies, old and new,
    Now I can't feel the ground,
    I'm floating in the air,
    I start to feel around,
    Then my skin starts to tear,
    As the knife goes across my arm,
    I move round in a twirl,
    My eyes light up in alarm,
    As I move faster into a whirl,
    Finally I close my eyes into night,
    There's nothing to say,
    Nothing to fight,
    I choose the dark day,
    So I close my eyes and fly away