fine

Drag the razor across my wrist
Tell me you love me  as I die
The good thing is ill never know if it’s a lye
So stab your knife in my back
Ill be fine
This cut is just a line
And the blood dripping down my wrist feels like a old friend
Coming to tell me that my suffering is coming to a end
But as the blood would make a splat on the floor my friend was gone  
Coming down from the high
Realizing I started to cry
Coming  back to reality
Ill just sit here and plea
For you to leave my mind
But that’s just another dream with you in it