-Songs to slit your wrists to-
I cry out for help but no-one can hear me.
I reach out for someone but there’s nobody near me.
Suicidal murderer.
Always thought it was coming and now she’s sure.
Suicidal murderer.
Suffers an illness, there is no cure.
Couldn’t bring herself to cause them pain.
Sees it’s inevitable, she goes insane.
Told herself how selfish it would be.
Now she’s seeing things so differently.
Knows that given time, they’ll heal.
Better than making them feel and feel.
Suicidal murderer.
Tells herself her intentions pure.
Suicidal murderer.
Can’t put things back the way they were.
Songs to slit your wrists to run through her mind.
A rusty blades all she can find.
She never learned to tie a noose, so she,
Lays down in bed and she cuts them loose.
Suicidal murderer.
Thought it was coming and now she’s sure.
Suicidal murderer.
Suffers an illness but found the cure.



