The Last Slice
She can't think straight and she doesn't know what she's doing
She's tired of watching the needles of the clock keep moving
Time is running out and she wants to throw up her hands
"Without a doubt", she says, "Today it all ends"
Sharp and ready, she has her blade
Her parents aren't home, she has it made
She rolls up her sleeves, and says "Tonight is the night"
The blade cuts deep in her skin, that was the last slice
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