One two three four
Drops of blood on the floor
I'm still counting five to six
Bloody blade that makes me sick
Seven and eight of lovely tears
Flowing down with screaming fears
And now I'm so nine and ten
Cutting it deeper again and again
Screaming voices in my head
Telling me to jump on the edge
Wrist with a lovely art
With razor blade that never part
Bloodshot fury shiny eyes
With hurtful feelings that cannot hide
Now I'm ending with a smile on my lips
"I'm sorry", I lastly speak.
