Sing a song of suicide, A pocket full of lies. Four and twenty reasons To forever close your eyes. When your wrists were opened, The world began to fade. Wasn't that a dainty death; Blood on a razor blade? The clock ticked on decisively, Counting out your minutes. The stereo fell silent; The song, like you, was finished. Blood spilled on the bathroom floor, Staining red your clothes. Too late, when you had regrets, But that's the way it goes.
( This is not my creation. a friend emailed it to me, though she did not write it either.)
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Time Upon A Once
Sing a song of suicide,
A pocket full of lies.
Four and twenty reasons
To forever close your eyes.
When your wrists were opened,
The world began to fade.
Wasn't that a dainty death;
Blood on a razor blade?
The clock ticked on decisively,
Counting out your minutes.
The stereo fell silent;
The song, like you, was finished.
Blood spilled on the bathroom floor,
Staining red your clothes.
Too late, when you had regrets,
But that's the way it goes.
( This is not my creation. a friend emailed it to me, though she did not write it either.)
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