• My eyes wander down to the veins in my wrist,
    My fingers trace my lips in the place I was kissed.
    There in my hand is an old antique blade,
    I wonder why I can't do it while I sit in the shade.
    You are already there, So why can't I join you?

    I know it's not my time, But It's something I must do.
    I can't let go, I can't let go, Knowing your there, So I must go.
    The note is all ready for when My parents arrive,
    They will read it and know why I'm no longer alive.

    An unfamiliar thing drips down my cheek.
    I can't do it. I'm too weak.
    I rip up the note and put away the blade.
    I wont join you now, But I will, Someday.