Small and silver feel the bite,
on this stark cold dreary night.
Run a line across my arm;
watch the razor work its charm.
A river of red courses to the floor,
As I shiver more and more.
A stream of tears flow from my eyes,
not from grief, but last good-byes.
It’s not your fault, don’t blame yourself.
I’m the one who’s in this mess.
I tried so hard to just be me.
But in the end, I was never free.
Life is hard, the pain was short.
I just wanted to take the easy way out.
Now my mind it starts to fade,
And I know that it’s my last day.
As I close my eyes, this one last time,
I say my final, last good-bye.